She is mine

Chapter3

Amelia tired no to fiddle with the thin belt of her simple white dress and stood upright and poised for fear of her father’s anger this morning. They had waited around seven minutes in the bright, sunny hallway, for the arrival of the andrew grandfather, master of the family , and his entourage. She had already experienced so many harsh words. Just by being present it seemed he irritated his mood. her stepmother glared her way, not bothering to conceal her dislike when in the presence of her husband and her sister sneered at her for her chosen outfit.

“You couldn’t have dressed up and made an effort? Are you trying to make us look poor?” her nasty tone fell over Amelia, igniting no response, because she refused to engage. Biting on her lower lip and turning her chin down as she looked over her clean and pressed dress. She had learned over the years to never talk back, never defend herself. It would pass quickly if she submitted to silence and let them say whatever they wanted without looking their way.

Her dress was a basic and long classic style, one of her favorites. She had never been given any kind of allowance by her father to indulge in personal things, so all she owned she had to buy for herself. Clothes of decent quality were not cheap , and she tried to spend a little more to buy things that would last. The dress wasn’t that bad. A stark contrast to her designer clad sister who was blinged out and looked ready to walk a runway.

She had been selling her art in the form of the prints for a number of years online, and it afforded her small luxuries. This dress was not the cheapest, it was a good quality fabric in a nice timeless cut, but compared to her female kin, she looked like a poor relative. It was not flashy, provocative, or gave an impression of being a daughter of jolie . It wasn’t this season's style or a named brand, it wasn’t even a trending color.

Her hair was pulled back in a simple ponytail today, with delicate dark brown curled tendrils framing her face. Revealing a pure expression with bare hints of makeup and rosy lips. Amelia always liked to stay natural, as she felt it only seemed to anger her father who turned his attention to her. Pulled by his daughter’s criticism as he appraised her outfit, he barely gave two glances when she came down here so hadn’t noticed.

“You should have told me you needed a dress for this. I can't have you mocking our family by dressing this way. It’s too late to change but go get a shawl or something to cover up. Sophia found her something of yours quickly”, he clapped his hands together, urging Sophia to jump on it, and she knew better than, He was a bad mood man, quick to flash tempers and even Sophia was wary despite being often indulged by him. Amelia’s father had no qualms about hitting the women in his life.

Sophia rolled her eyes, huffed at being ordered about , and ran off quickly for fear of igniting their fathers rage further. Amelia ignored the sizzling atmosphere, and the angry tension aimed her way and focused on the marble floor instead. Counting down the minutes until this torture would be over.

The hallway is grand, wide and well-lit by the large south facing windows across the front of the entranceway. If it wasn’t for all her bad memories in this place, it would be a beautiful place to live . grand and opulent with classy décor. Her family was rich enough to be important anyways.

Her nerves were already frayed as they stood here watching the clock tick slowly on. Their guest due at any second and her rib cage in anticipation. Waiting for the first moments of meeting her fate and tying herself to Robert's family for the near future.

She had spent last night by herself after getting back here, browsing the internet for more confirmation that Andrew might be Andy after all and gave up. Unable to take the pain in her heart any longer by stocking embers of unwanted memories. She had to forget that night, what his kiss and words had done to her soul. It was all a lie and maybe he just resembled him, and it was just a coincidence that he was so like him. Fate taunting her with her old scars. The chances of him being Andy, in a population the size of the United States, was slim. Andy hadn’t even met her in Pacoima, but in downtown instead .

She often wondered what she did wrong In a previous life to attract so many bad things in her short years on this planet, and it had created a quiet personality who endured far more than any other would have. Amelia had been suppressed for so long that she no longer knew how to fight back or stand up for herself. She had become an accepting and empty shell who never spoke up about the mistreatment she received and instead graciously accepted it with little emotion. It was said she had been ground into a sense of nothingness and her heart no longer knew how to soar.

Like right now, waiting patiently to be sold off in the name of business. No thought to refuse because she knew her father would only make her living worse than before. No real obvious reaction to it on the surface, as her feelings didn’t matter, she always knew she was a prisoner in the family jolie, an object that would cash in on one day. What could she do if not obey?

She had nothing and nowhere to go that her father would not chase her down and punish her. Over the years he had no qualms in beating her, locking her in her room, or taking his anger out on her when he deemed it necessary. She was the family punching bag so many times in so many ways.

The doorbell rang loudly, and everyone jumped to attention, instant nervousness on show. Straightening postures, smoothing clothes, and plastering smiles on their faces as Sophia came skidding back with empty hands. A look of disdain on her annoyingly pretty face. Her dark eyes glowing with mischief.

“I had nothing” she sneered at Amelia's way and shrugged to her father as a way of an apology. A clear lie. She wanted Amelia to stand out and be embarrassed by her lack of showiness, her simple outfit that Sophia deemed unworthy. She smirked to herself that she was dressed far more proactively and eye- catching than her older sister . She wondered if the young master would fall in love with her on sight and beg to switch the two, although she had no intention of being tied down so young. She had her choice of men, but she still liked to have them chase her.

The butler opened the door and the leng crowd of three was greeted warmly by the Jolie family I all its glory. Standing to the attention and eager to show their respects. An impressive presence as they crowded in the large opening and spilled inside like they owned the room around them . Each was intimidating in his own handsome way, clearly of the same family, and stood tall and strong despite differing ages.

Amelia was pushed to the rear by her step mother, harshly elbowed back as they greeted the newcomer and led them in. sSomehow, she found herself trailing behind like a servant and no one noticed her at all in the babble of chatter and greeting . a swift moving of bodies like a perfectly synchronized wave as her mother enthusiastically greeted th

em verbally.

Amelia was unable to get a glimpse properly and was treated as an unwanted guest in a house known as her home. Her parents pawne and fawned over the new arrivals and led them to the sitting room, ignoring her completely, where food and coffee was lavishly laid out for the meeting