I pursed my lips into a thin line as I looked at the white envelope in my hand. In all the time that I've known the Johnson family they've never seen eye to eye with my family. In fact it was accurate to say that they hated us. Why? It's hard to say.
As far as I knew the other noblemen families weren't fond of us either. They all thought we had blackmailed our way to the status my family held. They thought that the Royal family had favoured us over every other hardworking nobleman in Awa. But in reality that was a lie. Because those so called hard working nobles were nothing more than liars, scam artists and ruthless people.
So it made me very suspicious of the reasons behind Celine, the girl who has hated me from day one, would suddenly have an interest in writing a letter to me when she could have sent an email or text message. Although I rarely use a phone, it was still amazing how technology has changed the way we communicate with each other.
I ran my fingers through my hair as I debated on whether to throw the envelope in the trashcan or read it. For all I knew it could be one of their pranks.
I could hear Linda and Rachel's disagreement behind me as they argued about what the contents of the envelope could be. It was quite irritating considering the day I had.
"Maybe it's an apology letter for the stunts she pulled." Linda argued. Why she thought that Celine finally knew how to apologize was beyond me.
"I doubt that. From what I can tell Celine is nothing but bad news especially after the way she treated the princess. So, she must be trying to humiliate princess Rebekah once again." Rachel retorted. At least Rachel was on the right track. I knew Linda was worried about me and probably thought Celine and her minions apologizing would lift some of the weight off my shoulders. But it wouldn't and isn't possible for Celine to apologize. Sorry was not a word in her dictionary.
"What if it's a bomb or maybe it has that itching powder that everyone was talking about?" I sighed in frustration at Linda's sudden change in directions. I swear she thinks far too many weird things. Because only she can go from siding with the enemy to thinking they wanted to murder us.
"Would you stop it! You're giving me a headache." I grumbled as I forcefully stuffed the envelope into my bag. I didn't want to know what was inside it.
Linda and Rachel slumped their shoulders in defeat as I turned away and walked towards the front doors of the school. I heard their heavy footsteps behind me as they tried to catch up.
"Are you sure you're not going to open it Beck." Linda asked. I ignored her question as I tried to calm my anger.
I heard her sigh in defeat before going silent. We walked towards the car that was waiting to take us back to the palace. Entering the vehicle the engine roared to life as the driver, Tom, started the vehicle. Driving out of the school grounds we headed in the direction of the palace.
At least that's what I thought.
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"Why are we here? Weren't we suppose to go back to the palace?" I questioned as I looked at the big white mansion in front of me.
I wasn't in the least bit complaining about being here but I was confused as to why I was here. Especially when Aunt Mariah said she had something to discuss with me after classes. My guess is that the "discussion" was about the wedding.
"His majestic, Prince Marcus, ordered me to bring you here. He said that your mother and sisters wanted to see you, princess Rebekah." I internally groaned at the formalities. No matter how many times I told everyone to call me Rebekah they never listened.
My mind was in chaos as I thought about what will happen when I enter through those doors. The thought of my mother and sisters wanting to see had filled me with hope as well as a hint of fear. I didn't know if they had finally realised that I didn't have any part of Prince Marcus's decision to humiliate Scarlet or if they wanted to throw their hateful comments at me like they did the last time I was here.
My anxiety had sky rocketed as I hesitantly nodded my head in understanding. "Thank you for bringing me here. Linda and Rachel, both of you can go back to the palace. I'll have James bring me back."
I could see Linda was about to protest but I shook my head 'No' as she stopped her attempt to get me to let her stay as well. Whether the outcome would be bad or good I have to do this myself. I was putting up a brave front on the out outside but on the inside I was scared to the point my blood felt cold in my veins.
"I'll be fine." I said as they slowly nodded their heads before Tom started the car once again and leaving me in front the steps of my house.
Swallowing the lump in my throat I made my way inside.
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I stood in the music room looking at every detail of the well decorated room, engraving it to my memory. The music room was my third favorite place in our house, the first being my father's library and the second being the garden. If I wasn't reading a book or relaxing in our garden filled with different types of flowers, I would be in the music room playing an old classic on the piano.
I was no professional pianist but I would say my skills with a piano were fairly ok. However, my father would always praise me and say I was natural at it. That I had a knack for learning anything quickly. Which was somewhat true.
Running my fingers along the black and white keys of the piano I sighed in defeat as I continued to wait for my sisters and my mother. One of the maids had informed that they would meet me in the music room and that was twenty minutes ago.
I had calmed down a little after I realised I wasn't going to meet them at that exact moment. I had enough time to clear my mind and breathe. But now that they hadn't shown up I was starting to feel nervous all over again.
Maybe they aren't comi-
"Well, well if it isn't our slutty little sister." Scarlet's mocking voice cut my train of thought. I heard what she had said but it was like my brain hadn't processed her words. I stood there dumbfounded.
"Good to know you're still an obedient little puppy Becka." Lizzy laughed humorlessly. This was the reason they wanted me here? I thought that they finally wanted to hear my side of all of this. But I guess I was wrong.
"Settle down girls, Rebekah is your sister. You know why we asked the Royal family for permission for her to come here." My mother said as she passed my sisters in her ruby red mermaid style dress and her dirty blonde hair in an tight bun on top of her head. I felt myself relax a little when she took my side.
She rarely ever did that in the past. I gave her a small smile as my sisters scoffed at her words. But they stayed silent as my mother spoke to me.
"Now Rebekah would you like to explain to me why Prince Marcus cancelled his engagement to Scarlet for you." My mother calmly asked but the looked in her eyes said something different. She placed her elbow on the arm of the chair as she rested her chin in the palm of her hand.
There was a dangerous glint in her eyes. It was the look of someone who knew she could break your will just by looking at you. The intensity of her gaze was unnerving. But I held her gaze as I finally realized this wasn't a get together to make amends. This was something that would be bad for me. And I was yet to find out what it is.