The Unbelievable twist

In the heart of Canada, Isabella, a 16-year-old heiress to a vast business empire, lived a life adorned with luxury. She had every thing she ever wanted, all apart from the love and attention she wanted from her parents. Her father Jasper Romanov was a well known business man who was running for the next governor. But because of that, he never had time for her all he cared about was his work and money. He almost never was around, going for business trips and all sorts of things, and when he was around, he was always on his laptop, or busy planning another money making strategy. He loved her, but had a terrible way of showing it. Then there was her mother, Mrs Fabiola Romanov, the one and the only. Her mother was a fashion designer and she was one of the best in the country. Fabiola made sure she never lacked anything, and was always there for her, at least she made it seem that way. To the media and the press, the Romanov were a united family of three that supports everything the other does, while in reality, they were broken and only held together by money and fame. When Isabella turned three (3), Fabiola made her take piano lessons, and when she turned seven (7) she added the violin, dancing lessons and singing classes. She wanted her daughter to become a famous singer, and classical instrumentalist player, so she did every thing humanly possible to acquire such. ... " Isabella!" Mrs Fabiola called Isabella heard that the voice was getting closer to her room, quickly hid her guitar behind her closet and went to lay in her bed. "Isabella..." Mrs Fabiola opened the door and saw that her daughter was still asleep, she smiled lightly and went forward to sit beside the bed. While brushing her daughter's long brunette hair, she said lightly "I see that you slept late, but you have to get up now Isabella" Isabella still pretending, yawned lightly then opened her eyes really slowly as though she was really sleeping, then looked at her mother with watery eyes "Good morning mother" " It's past seven and you were still sleeping, what were you doing all night?" Fabiola asked her precious daughter "Mum, I'm awake now, is there anything you need from me?". The sixteen year old asked innocently. She knew what her mother wanted to tell her, but decide to act innocent. "Could you have forgotten, Isabella today is your audition for the talent show" Fabiola said in surprise. How could her daughter forget a day as important as today Isabella feigned a surprise look on her face while saying "Oh.. that was today.." When she saw her mother face was gradually turning to one of anger, she quickly rephrased her answer. "I mean I'm ready for it mother. After today's audition, I'll have to wait for a whole month before the finals. I've gotten every thing ready mother, don't you trust me? ". " Of course I do, but get ready, I don't want you to be late for the audition " Fabiola said as she stood up from her daughter's bed and headed towards the door. "Alright mother, I'll met you downstairs". Isabella called behind her mother "clack " "Phew" Isabella heaved in relief when she heard the door of her room closed. If her mother had caught her just now, she would have heard the end of it Isabella walked towards her closet where she hid her guitar. Her pride possession. It was something she had always wanted but was refused time and time again. If her mother had gotten a hold of it, that would be the end of her guitar. ' How will I continue to hide this from my mother? ' Isabella asked in her head. Thirty (30) minutes later Isabella came down dressed in a light pink off shoulder dress with purple scandals. Her beautiful round face was painted with light make up that made her shine even more than usual. Her long brown hair was tied up in an elegant ponytail and her bright blue eyes were covered contact lenses which made the color of her eyes look a shade darker. That was how her mother always liked it. Fabiola was a perfectionist. She loved everything down perfectly with no complications. She was born and brought up in England, but school and married Canada, so she stayed here. "Isabella come have your breakfast, and those contact lenses are perfect. They could have been the color of your eyes." "No need mother, I'm not hungry". Isabella said and walked towards the latest Rolls Royce phantom that was outside. ... Isabella walked into the audition hall and saw a lot of young teenagers like herself practicing on their singing and dancing routine and she smiled. She knew she was going to pass today's audition, not only 'cause she prepared for it, but also because she knew what to do. Her mother had been enrolling her in singing competition since she was five (5) years old. She had a singing personal tutor, piano tutor, violin tutor and even a dancing tutor. She had all the things most teenagers at the competition could only dream of, so why wouldn't she be confident. Isabella went straight to the restroom to retouch her make up and that was when she saw her. Emilia Clarke her worst nightmare. "Hello Isabella I see your well prepared ". Emilia said as she faced the mirror to retouch her own make-up. Emilia was light skinned, way lighter than Isabella who was a bit tan. She had blue colored eyes and a high cheek bone. Together with the excess make up she applied on her face, it made her look more like a grown up woman than a 16 year old teenager. "I can see that you have your signature make up on". Isabella said with a smirk. Isabella was never one to back off from a fight and she wasn't going to start now. " I can also see that you have your signature lenses on. I wonder why you hide the color of your eyes anyways. Os it because it's not like mine?". Emilia bit back, she doesn't back out that easily. "Isabella Romanov please come on stage!" Isabella was about to comment when her name was called for her audition. She looked at Emilia and bit back what she wanted to say, turned around then started to walk away. "Break a leg out there... or two" Emilia shouted behind her. Isabella walked on stage and looked at the judges. ' I'm doing this . '