Angelina's POV ~
I grimaced as I pulled up the sleeve to reveal a faint developing bruise on my arm.
Wincing, I grazed my hand over it, trying desperately not to cry. As I walked on, my
destination for outside, where I could sit by my favourite tree, the big one in the
courtyard, I heard the crackle of the PA. Stopping, I just managed to decipher a grumble
and my name. Holding my book in one hand, I began my trek for the office, desperate
that nobody will cause me any more trouble, and wondering why they had called me.
As I pushed the heavy oak doors, I stepped into the brightly lit room full of fake
tears and smiles. There, a middle aged women stood, sharply dressed in the latest
fashions. Turning her face finally applied with make-up, I gasped and shrieked in joy as I
pummelled myself at her.
"Aunty Clara!" I gasped as she detached my screaming hysterics from her suit.
She glanced in distaste at me, until her face filled with recognition and joy.
"Angelina! My darling! How are you?"
"Fine. Why are you here. Pardon my asking."
"Dear child, did your parents not tell you? They're leaving for a business trip of
your pathetic dad's and after a month in Tokyo, there're going on their second
honeymoon. A world trip or something like that."
My face contorted with pain and sadness. Sadness for the hate relationship between my dad and my mom's younger sister, and sadness that they did not tell me. Pain
for all the times they never tell me things, and leave me without a warning. My train of
thoughts were broken when my aunt muttered some uncohenprensible words under her
"What is it Aunt Clara?"
"Dear Lord child. What is my sister dressing you in? Of all the kids so far I've
seen, none of them wear such ugly, old-fashioned cloths. As a fashion designer, I must
see to it that you wear something other than this ugly attire for my duration here, which
will be around three months."
"But Aunty, I'm not allowed. The only clothes I can wear are dresses that reach
my ankles and long-sleeved T-shirts!" A smile tugged at my lips slightly when I heard
my aunt mumble something which sounded way too much like, "My sister spent way too
much time in the country. Good thing I left early."
Without a word, she whisked me out the door, and declared, "We're going
shopping Angel. I have contacts at certain shops, and we're going to get you a completely
new wardrobe. Now, this is going to be a little secret between you and me, so let's not
tell your mother okay?" I broke into a gracious smile as I walked out the door into her
A/N - Sorry if it's not clearly checked for grammar and spelling errors. I still need a beta reader, or anyone to edit. Review and I hoped you enjoyed this chapter!