My name is Elizabeth, Elizabeth... Well we'll get to details later.
I come from a family of four with me, my mother, my father, and my younger brother.

Today here I am, walking briskly at the mansion's hallway. You've heard me right, a mansion. I'm inside a mansion right now. So, from hearing that you think my life is of glints and gold, shining and shimmering emeralds, tea served with the finest porcelain studded with diamonds and crafted with gold, and on all my days I lay on the most luxurious bed with all my comfort.
No, you're absolutely wrong.

Today I'm here walking on this hall taking orders from the headmaster.
I'm no princess fed with gold, I'm the absolute opposite. Just a servant preparing a meal of gold for her righteous King.

Everyday was the same day ever since that fateful day,
I became a servant bound to serve the Adams.

Every night felt the same, even when I was cradled in fluffy sheets and no longer those old torn dirtied rags from when I was a child to my upbringing. I felt incomplete,
even when I was fed properly for three, even four times a day and didn't have to starve or preserve a meal for the next day, I didn't feel like I was living right.

I thank my parents for where I am today, and if you can't sense the sarcasm implied then that'd be the same for the supposed love they gave. I sensed nothing.
If long ago my now withered parents would've just moved while the clock ticked and the upper glass hasn't lost its last grain to the one below then I probably wouldn't be where I am today.
I'd probably even be living a normal life or so as classified to be the social norm, what even is normal? I don't know such word, I don't know how to classify or register it to my own dictionary. It hurts that I don't have something or there's have, a normal life.
Is this envy?
Does being normal even exist in this abstract world of conceptualized ideas from one another, communicating to make a definition.
Definition it has define right, so someone, anyone define normal.
Is this normal?
'Someone anyone save me if I really am in danger, because maybe people just kill things because we the people don't know and are uncertain do I feel like this because I also don't know and uncertain or are am I always uncertain?.'

Walking briskly, faster and faster down this long hall.
Even if it felt like I was going faster, I was probably slowing down. I couldn't get myself together now, words just fumbling around my limited mind.
I'm probably about to cry, heck I don't even know.
Stop, stop thinking about all these.

But now that I've been thinking around, what really am I going to become just doing this and running around in circles to survive. Am I scared? Was I obliged or manipulated? I don't know...

My head hurts, time passes by so quickly I'm already at outside the entrance.
Before me was the door to his majesty, the headmaster.

I stood there trying to settle down the high tides within me gushing round and about in a ruckus, I don't think I can show myself like this.

But there he passed, his light orange hair sways along.
Glimmering green eyes.
A well fixed brown suit.
He had smooth white skin.
His image glowing as the only allowed rays of the sun passed through the thick red curtains hanging down from the window, touching the smooth cold surface of the floor.
He was illuminated in the right position, it was probably the good lighting that made him look that wash.
Handsome I'd say. I've never seen him around here, probably someone important within the Adams.

I felt an eery stare as a chill ran down my spine, he probably saw me.
Infatuation much? Or I probably only admired him for his looks?
Like the old saying, don't judge a book by its cover.
But I have to admit this drop dead handsome book sure has a good glimmering cover, but nevertheless I had to read the story now do I?

Wait what am I doing? I'm here for the master not to gawk at some stranger.
Fixing my everyday uniform. It was an ordinary maid outfit, not much.
A long black dress, accompanied by a frilly white apron and a white neck piece to go with it.
Hand brushing my long brown hair which was a mess due to the brisk walking and run down of thoughts as I pulled back a strand of brown to the back of my ear as my ocean blue eyes fixed themselves on the door before me leading to the headmaster's room.

Finally after moments of fixing and about, I opened the door to a new land of fresh fragrance from the perfumed room.

"You highness, I apologies for the delay. What is it that you wish for sir?" I said nervously as I bowed in honor.

Danm, he's there standing right in front of me staring at me. That orange head, look away! Look away! I don't like it!

'Or do I? No what am I thinking!' A thought came running through my mind.
He's still staring, Elizabeth calm down. Quick master! Tell me your request so I can move as soon as possible, sir!

"Ahh yes... I did call you, pardon I've forgotten for a moment for what reason."
The headmaster said.

That orange head just stood there, stop starting aughh....

"I've summon you for one purpose and it's something I had promised to give you on your 17th birthday." He said as he looked at the drawer of his desk to reach for something.

'Birthday? Ohhhh yes. I've forgotten...' I thought to myself as I've finally remembered what day it was. Today is July 21, my 17th birthday.

I slowly walked towards the desk of his highness to obtain what I am to receive.

He handed in a small envelope, sealed with red melted wax.

"From your parents dear. Long ago before you were sent here, your parents gave this letter to me and had asked me to give it to you on your 17th birthday as their present.
There is nothing more I ask for, you may go now."

And with that, after hearing his final words, I bowed in his honor and proceeded to head out of his office, slowly closing the office doors.

There I was slowly walking down the hallway, it was only me and this letter. I had forgotten about my surroundings, my little world at this moment has fallen in the hands of this letter.

'Open it...'
Should I even?

'Open if...'
My mind told me yes but my body said no.

Why should I open, no. Why should I accept something given to be my people whom I've carried a grudge on for a long time. Why am I even doing this.

I opened the wax sealed envelope, and there on I read this mysterious letter unknown to me would even be given to me.

"Dearest Elizabeth,

To my daughter. My one and only daughter, the successor of the Crawfords."

'Successor? What do you mean? Crawford? What?' I was already confused upon reading just the first line.

"Today I am writing this to you, on the day before I see you off, sadly in a way I have never dreamt of.  My dearest, Happy 17th Birthday."

Yea whatever this isn't even happy to begin with. I should just stop thinking and go on and read.

"As much as it I pales me that I couldn't be with you on your day of birth, I want you to have a good one. Even if it means being without us.
My precious one, I have and always had loved you to the bottom of my heart.
You are my little diamond whom I wouldn't dream of hurting, yet we've sold you. All because of money you may think, because of our debt to the Gucci family.
We live in poverty, you know that. We clothe ourselves in dirtied rags.
But my little angel, today must be the day you will know about our families secret.
My dearest daughter, on the day your grandfather passed away, after generations of success, your step grandmother had taken over the household and banished the entire Crawford bloodline, all our riches were gone and was soon confiscated by the Deans, the bloodline of your step grand mother. Ever since that day, slowly each of us had changed our surnames, and your mother and I had adopted to the surname Braun after your aunt's husband. My dearest, I had sold you to the Adams for a reason, I wanted to give you a life I could've given you if I had the riches we had. Hence I've given you this letter on your 17th birthday to tell you that we've decided to have you arranged with the eldest son Daniel Adams. My dearest, you may not like this decision we've made but it's for the best my dearest. I hope you enjoy life to the fullest

~Happy Birthday,
      Dad, N. Braun

"

What, what is all this. Marriage? To a man I don't even know? To begin with I'm not even interested in love. I don't even have a clue who in the world this Daniel is.

"So you've finally figured out?" An unfamiliar voice spoke.

And as if on cue, at the most cliche times he had appeared. The man with orange flaxen hair stood there, I hadn't even noticed him move out of the office.

I stood there, paralyzed.
So let me guess this guy is

"The name's  Daniel, Daniel Adams. It's nice to meet you m'lady or should I say, my future queen?."

Of all the gentlemen I'd ever ask for, yes he may be devilishly handomse. But don't get cocky rookie, I'm a Sebastian Michaelis person. In no way would I marry you.
Just from your speech performance towards a stranger you barely know disgusts me.

"Sure, whatever. My name's Elizabeth." I said calmly trying to hard my deep disgust towards an undoubted cocky noble who thinks he can get his war.

"Don't you have a surname, fine grace?"

While I do find him attractive, just by reading the first page of his story I'm absolutely disgusted right now. Thank god you're attractive though.
Yet of all the questions why bother to settle for a surname.

"Why bother to ask, your majesty." I said out of pure annoyance.

"Odd you seem to not cooperate." He said as he fixed his suit.

"Very well then, I will be seeing you more often now that we're engaged. So I bid you adieu my lovely Venus." He responded, cocky as ever.

Walking on his way as he slowly stops by and swoops down to my length to whisper

"I will surely love you ever so dearly my sweet performer. And if you won't then I will make sure to."

And there he went on as looked straight forward to the hall.

Sweet performer? And with those I looked at my hands, he had given me a ticket.
"Back pass performer ticket".
What is this? And as I looked at the back I got my answer.

"Meet me at the garden sweet pea, at 3 PM, nearby the center rose bush isle." It was written.
There I stood in confusion, anticipation and annoyance, earlier I asked myself if I'll ever be here on the situation, it seems that I'be gotten my answer.
The only constant thing in this world is probably change.