You stared  into the mirror at yourself in disgust in the uncomfortable clothing you were forced into. You puffed up your rosy cheeks in frustration as you picked at the dress. It was practically suffocating you. You glanced at your mother. She was on the phone talking to someone about god knows what. Your mother suddenly looked at you with a worried expression upon her face.

  You then analysed your mother's choice of attire for this supposedly extravagant event. She chose to put on something that looked even more suffocating. Your mother, on the contrary, didn't bat a pretty little lash, at the fabric pressing into ever crevice of skin. You then noticed her frantic face rushing towards you. She quickly sat you down in a chair and then continued to closely examine you, while twirling a piece of shimmering hair in between her fingers. She rushed over attacking your hair with a brush.

   By the time she was finished it looked beautiful. It was the best you had ever seen it. You looked on, in shock, actually liking what she had done. You went to touch it but your mother slapped your hands away.

"No, (Y/N), don't you dare mess this up."

She the proceeded to cake you face with foundation, even if your young skin didn't contain a single blemish. Your mother thought it was 'better to be safe'. Soon after, she practically attacked your eyes with this irritating wand thing. When she was done she had a devilish smirk on her face.

"Look at you my little (Y/n)! Do you wanna disappoint me?"

"No, never."

She still had that smirk along with a devious flicker in her eyes.

"Well, then you will do whatever you can to make me happy right?"

You nodded your head in agreement.

"Tonight is important. There's some people mommy knows, and I want you to be friend them. I don't care if you like them or not, you WILL be friend those twins."

"Who knows, (Y/n), maybe one day you can even marry one or the other? Hell, take them both if you'll get us rich!"

She looked back with a little wink to punctuate her remark.

"Yes, mamma."