art in my past existence. For here he was yet again,

le to remove that stain before it forever mars my floors" my cruel witch of

terview to get to. With not just any company, but the Wellington Fashion Empire. My dream p

e hinges of the table, licking his paw

. My ancestors wore their designs and I hope to do so

one minute late already. I had busted my ass off to

when I get back" I made another attempt at pleading

tea. Before I could try another plea, her jus

sang holding up the clothes I had

at happen, right mama? Mirabel said, fingering the lacy whit

of a rose and a pleated bodice. That design had fetched me ac

ter what they did to me, it didn't

ne in hats, fascinators, berets, fedora, name it. She was good, but I was better. It often surprised

lips - thin lines of fuchsia, and a slim body that had

e her, beautiful and cruel, with

, had been the mastermind behind the 'Global Heist of 99'. The heist that had crippled the world fi

man we loved, labeled 'world most wanted criminal'. My father was rarely at home and we

ad taken her. Our house was confiscated and they were to return to properly ransack everyt

it, just like they didn't know of me. Only my mom could they associate with him after finding their wedding photo online.

e had been cheating on her husband with my dad even when the poor guy had been alive, hence the twins whom everyone believes are

isonment after confiscation of almost all his properties and accounts. Except the one he had gifted

ll her death for the whereabouts of her husband which she claimed to hav

ows, I might eventually rise to my dream position of a designer and a stylist. Which will earn me enough pay and reputati

happen" Alicia crooned, the sound of ripping fabric filled the ha

s brimming in my eyes. But who was I kidding, t

irt to as many pieces as their hands could allow. Wicked Mirabel like the r

ter I was using to mop the floor, sh

ls, we have a b

they traile

ocking looks

ss chore for my interview. Alicia turned and as if reading my min

to pull up at your interview announcing exactly who you are. That you are alive and here today

ion if my mom hadn't fallen for a crook such as my father. Love ruined my life and it was still d

t my heart broken by Jake, the boy I had fallen head over heels for, b

is for fools and lov

ghter was involved, or because she had wanted to break me more. I remember that was the night she told me that I was just like my mom, "a fool who falls f

o care, but I read meaning into her words a few days later. My mom knew. She found out the type

n though I think it's the last thing Alicia tho

, I repeated, gritting the words li

fools..." wiping the tears bl

d love can