I turned slowly to see my stepmother. She stood there, holding a glass of wine with an almost nonchalant grace. I tried tomignore the goosebumps that formed on my skin when I look at her.
'You would never be better than my daughter. You are a nobody and shall remain a nobody for the rest of your life!’ Those were her words to a ten yeats old child on her birthday, just because I had asked to get a cake.
Since then, I never celebrated any birthdays or asked for anything. Because I was a nobody. Yet, she had made sure to torment my life as if there was no tomorrow.
I have her a weak smile, I wanted to curtsy out of habit. but I stood straight, I was queen now. I bow to no one. My stepmother scoffed, as she placed the glass close to her lips.
Her dark hair was pulled back into a plaite
