Prologue
Antanasia POV
I was sitting in my room, my nanny would brush my hair and make me this sophisticated princess-like braids like only she had the secret. I was looking at her through the mirror in front of me, thinking about how much I loved this woman. Mariah was my nurse for as long as I can remember, very gentle yet fierce women in her forties with long, beautiful hair that was starting to turn grey. She always wore them in a strict high bun, she had a warm smile that evoked a gentle summer breeze.
I was looking at that strong woman who took care of me as her own, more than my parents ever did. You see, Mariah had children when she was younger, but a group of outlaw vampires killed them, alongside her husband. That day, she was visiting her sister who lived at the borders of the city where she was born. She never forgave that day and until today, she is still blaming herself for not being there when they needed her the most. As if she could have done something besides getting herself killed. I mean, don't get me wrong I adore Mariah but I don't know what I would have done without her.
"What are you thinking about my little angel?" said Mariah
I loved her voice, it sounded like the melodious sound of the wind chimes* well, about how I loved your voice
Mariah chuckled: " oh you cute little being she said with a motherly smile on her face. Let's get you ready, your family is waiting for you."
I stopped smiling and my good mood flew away as quickly as it had come, "Can't I just skip Mariah, please, please?" I tried the puppy eye's trick even when I knew that nothing would work. You see, today's special my evil sister was celebrating her 21st birthday and we all had to be there. You know how these things are, the whole family has to attend and look like a big happy family and all that bullshit. Let's cut the crap, after all, it's only you and me. I am sure that by now you felt all the hate I had for this family.
Mariah then took her authoritarian voice: Listen to me young lady, you are now going to get dressed and go down to that party and you will not behave badly.
She then gave me an old plain white dress, my parents did not seem to think I was worth a beautiful dress like my sisters. It's weird when you know that after I turned 16, they started treating me differently. Oh well, I don't really care anymore. So, as usual, I put on that hideous thing and put on a big smile on my face.
The show was about to begin.
