I knew you were spoiled from the day you were born because you had everything I didn't.
Shiny sliver spoons, while mine was barely even shining, barely even clean but for you it was everything. You were lucky since you opened your eyes and never had to worry about going hungry like other children. No, no you were always fed, always taken care of.
Spoiled, so rotten that even your teeth started to show it, candy had no effect for you had cavities before the artificial sugar could even touch you. Yet no one would dare saw anything about your moldy teeth for you were everything to them, their boss, their mentor, their money.
The name on the check everyone wanted, spoiled.
You wore diamonds worth more than people's homes and watched the homeless beg on the street why you would flick a mere dime at them. Never knowing the true suffering of the poor and middle class because you knew that would never be you.
Not ever, not even your last breath would lack the cent that you were born with, the rot of your parents not a bother because you had money.
The happiness that everyone claimed would make everything better but in truth you weren't happy and you haven't been for a long time. Because eventually with all the money you could have, you get bored, you get tired, and you become starved.
Not for green, no you already have that, not for power, but for recognition, for someone to see you and think you are great. Think you will be the one who will change it all or at least pretend to. You want someone to see you, not for the money but for the cruel, devious part inside you.
The one you were born with and the one that was coddled, you want someone to hold your hand when everything starts to go to shit and you want, you want.
Someone to really notice just how spoiled you really are.
She gripped my hand tighter, we were almost there, to the center hall, where we would be dining.
I was surprised she squeezed my hand so tight, almost like she was nervous or worried but how could she be nervous?
She is always prepared, her showing any emotions but anger and maybe frustration is unknown to me. So who was this woman who seemed to want comfort? A doppelgänger maybe? Or maybe someone who slowly started to show human emotion. No, right?
The security left us with my father who was waiting with a cigarette in hand, a door away from our company and a wicked smile on his face. His eyes flicking over my mother holding onto my hand, and his brow raised.
"I was helping with her anxiety." She let go of my hand and wiped it off on her dress, "But, now is the time she puts on her big girl pants, again." She turned to me and narrowed her eyes, "You will be our heir, you hear?"
I nod, "Yes, mother."
My father chuckled, "Does she listen, to your every word still? Like your little puppet?"
"Don't toy with me until after dinner." She walked to him and put a sharp finger on his shoulder, "You're lucky, I let you join this dinner."
"Lucky? I have joined other dinners before, Regina, this isn't my first, go around."
"Good, then act like it for once."
I can hear her lower her voice, "You are lucky these walls are thick enough for our company not to hear, or else I would bite your head off."
He blew some smoke in her face before putting out the cigarette, "Like, to see you try, darling."
He turned to the door and tilted his head to the side before, knocking three times, my mother's forehead seeming to nearly pop a vein and her familiar stern side came back.
CREAKKKKK!
The door opened, and the Bellums sat on the opposite side of the table, waiting with faces like robots, neutral but ready to strike if needed.
My mother's face seemingly forced a smile, looping arms with my father, eyeing me to get in front of them and I do so.
"Please, welcome the Heads of Household, and the Heir, Lady.Acres, Sir.Acres, and Lady.Victoria!" The announcer yelled, and we all walked to the front of the table.
The servants pulled out our chairs and mother took her place at the front of the table with father on the right side, and myself on the left.
Mother smiled and put a napkin in her lap and we all followed suit as she put her hands together with a wide smile to follow.
"Bellums! It seems we have grown much closer since the last ball we had, very charmed to have you all here again. Our closest competitor in fact, we are honored."
Both the Bellum parents nodded solemnly and took a small breath, the Bellum Father, speaking first.
"Why does your husband not sit at the front of the table?"
"Is that your biggest concern? I thought we fixed this last time we spoke. Both me and my husband do not care about the seating chart. In fact he enjoys, sitting at my right." My mother tried not to twitch as the Bellum Father, blinked back.
"Can he answer that for me, if you don't mind?"
My mother bit her lip and turned to my father and his eyes widened at the mention, "Well, my wife is not wrong, I do not care about the seating chart."
My mother's shoulders relaxed, grateful the question was put to rest, well until my father raised his finger.
"Yet, you make a great point, we have yet to switch seating positions in a while and I would absolutely love to sit at the head of the table. Matching dear, Sir.Bellum, himself."
My father turned to my mother and formed a sort of pout, "What do you think dearest wife? Will you take the right this time while I sit at the head of the table?"
My mother's jaw nearly dropped but she kept it closed, slowly nodding, "W-why not." She clapped her hands together, "Why not!? That is a great idea!" She continued to clap and the servants followed along with myself, lightly tapping my hands together.
Two servants then pulled both of their chairs out and my mother, for the first time in a long while, gets out of the head seat.