Mia’s POV
After my experience at the party that Lorenzo took me to, I didn’t want to attend another one any longer. Along with the fact that I’ve always hated socializing, while my twin drank up such attention perfectly, I was more of the isolated type that likes to stay indoors with a good book and music playing in the background.
But the next morning while I was having breakfast downstairs, Lorenzo casually walked over and told me that I should start getting ready and mentally prepared, because there’s another party that he was going to take me to very soon.
I stared up at him with wide eyes, while I held the fork in my hand, hoping that it would not fall from my trembling fingers. The moment I pictured myself back in any place where people would be looking at me like a circus animal, my heart sank down to my stomach and the food that I was eating became tasteless.
“Is there a problem?” He asked me as he settled down on the seat that was adjacent to mine. I swallowed emptily and poked at my bacon.
“Well, I was just wondering if it’s really necessary for me to go with you to all these parties…” I mumbled without looking at him.
Spending another night with a group of strangers was just too unappealing for me to keep inside.
He responded to my question with a sigh while leaning back and I could feel his gaze on me right now, I could also already imagine the scowl slowly forming on his face.
“So, basically…” He began his speech as I slowly glanced up at him.
“You’re just telling me that bringing you along is a waste of time, correct?”
I could sense the trail of bubbling annoyance that was slowly from his voice.
“Don’t get me wrong,” I said as I dropped the fork in my plate to hide the tremors slowly wracking through my body.
“I really appreciate you taking me out and buying me all these expensive things, even though I wish you wouldn’t buy such things…”
“So now the things that I buy for you are also an issue?” He demanded. His hands were not folded on his muscular chest and he looked genuinely perplexed.
He said, crossing his hands and resting them on the table.
I didn’t know how I got into this pit, I only wanted to tell him that I would have preferred to stay behind while he went to these parties. But instead, it was misinterpreted into something else. I didn’t even understand why he was so offended that I didn’t want to come with him to the dumb parties.
I was nothing more than a doll that was being moved around anyways.
“I just don’t feel like I’m contributing anything to you if I go to these parties in the first place, so I didn’t think it would make much of a difference…”
I said as my voice faded away and the conversation became silent, I was tapping my fingers anxiously on the table when suddenly let out another sigh.
“Is that all?”
He said in a voice that sounded a little bit softer and before I could blink, he reached out and took my hand in his, and my eyes instantly widened comically.
I wondered why he was currently holding my hand like this, his large one completely blanketed my smaller one and I felt myself go instantly rigid at his touch.
I didn’t want to get him angry again by asking why he was currently holding my hand, so I didn’t question it.
I also pointedly ignored the tiny butterflies flapping around in the lowest part of my stomach.
“Yes,” I finally responded honestly, without having any other complaints.
“Alright then, if that is what it is troubling you then you don’t have a problem at all…nobody is expecting you to do anything in these party, apart from being a pretty ornament for me… so, just do that without complaining,”
And then he loosened his hold on my hand, as if he had never held them a fleeting moment ago.
Once again, I didn’t know what to make of that.
I felt so stupid.
I actually taught you that he had been listening to me and actually caring about what I had to say, but he just wanted me to talk about it so he could simply brush it off, I didn’t see what was the point of him even asking me in the first place if he was just going to brush over everything I said and just focus on what he wanted.
I stared down at my food and I felt like flinging it in his face but I didn’t want to annoy him, I was still scared of him, of course.
It was moments like this that I was reminded that I was nothing more than a prisoner, a well fed, well clothed and well adorned prisoner, but a prisoner regardless.
I didn’t have any rights to make decisions of my own, well I did as long as I didn’t expect anything to happen from them and just to do whatever Lorenzo wanted as if I was nothing more than his doll.
He had literally called me his property and he meant it.
So two days later, I was having my makeup prepped while looking at the pale, lifeless skeleton that was staring back at me in the mirror. I had gone on a little diet for the past few days. I realised that if my job was to become a doll then I might as well just focus on my appearance and not do anything that will make my beauty fade away since that was the only thing that Lorenzo was considering in keeping me alive.
By the time my makeup was done by a professional makeup artist and I was wearing the gown that he had prepared for tonight, I was really looking like a doll, beautiful and utterly lifeless.
Wasn’t that what he wanted?
When he saw me that night, his eyes swept over my appearance, raking every inch of me with his intense gaze and I felt like I was going to melt under it.
Was he ever going to ever compliment me? I wondered to myself.
He’d rather die than to do that, my subconscious chimmed in, and it wasn’t like I was pinning for his compliments in the first place.
Everyday, I was wondering why those girls had probably attacked me at the party.
It had definitely been because of jealousy, but it still felt like there was more to the story.
They had probably felt as if Lorenzo actually cared about me, which was why he was buying me nice things and bringing me to the party, meanwhile, I was nothing more than a decoration.
But honestly, every time I looked at Lorenzo, I questioned if he was real, because of how handsome he was, was a man allowed to look this stunning?
He eased up from the couch and walked over to me wrapping his arm around my waist until I was flushed against his side and all of my insides has melted in a gooey mess.
“Let’s go.”