The Tale of The girl in the mansion..
"Mum I want to be a Princess", A young girl squealed as she stared at her little pink mirror, A light chuckle came from behind her small frame, it was her mother. .
"No baby , you are meant to be a Queen, Adored by all, a perfect price". The mother said with her broken face as she brushed the huge curls of the girl into a tight lipped bun.
A young girl grew up in the four corners of the beautiful mansion, She was beautiful, nothing like anyone had ever seen, Everywhere she went she attracted people, The more they looked at her the more in love they were with her but still everyone in the town envied her, She was like a lotus flower, pure and untainted, but followed by envious eyes.
Her parents were rich aristocrats and everyday they saw the impending threat of having such a beautiful daughter, In an effort to save her, they confided in a witch, a woman so powerful.
She gave a simple solution, conceal her away from the world and one day they would get tired of her, So they locked her up in the huge mansion.
Despite Her being locked away, Her beauty was always talked about, and the more she was kept locked away, the more the people wanted her and one day destiny and desperation brought the two together. The beauty and the beasts.
Overwhelmed with hunger for her, The people consumed her, every last bit of her, and when she was finished they turned their gaze to a girl in a mansion uphill, with just as much hunger as before.
That is the tale of the girl in the mansion.
~One~
"The Sixteenth anniversary of Reynolds Corp is happening live tonight at the famous Devil's Charm Hotel Owned by the conglomerate family, Celebrities and members of high end of the society are confirmed to be in attendance, Such extravaganza, for something that is celebrated Yearly, It makes you wonder just how much these rich families are willing to waste-". With a tap of the remote button, The TV Blanks leaving the room to be entirely quiet.
"Haha", Joanne laughs softly, but her eyes don't glimmer, neither do they move out of place, Her lips tilt upwards at the left side, but she doesn't smile, but is clearly amused.
"Interesting". She says shortly after, She raises her hands a bit and the woman who had been standing at her side rushes to her side and picks The remote up, She gently places it on the glass coffee Table by the side of the velvety sofa. Joanne uncrossed her legs, She slightly pushes her way out of the chair.
"Zenith?". She calls and the woman from before appears again, this time in front of Joanne, She bows twice, before raising her head to meet the woman's eyes.
"Yes Lady Joanne". Zenith, a young woman in her late twenties said in her response to her lady, She makes sure to keep her gaze on the beautiful woman, all while remembering the most important rule of never showing Fear.
Zenith, was dressed in White, She had Dressed herself in the official dress code of all the guards and personal assistants of the Reynolds family. For the lady assistants, It was a black, red or white business gown, Black, red or white stilettos and hair always tucked into a bun, the accessories were always provided by the Reynolds family, and for today's occasion, an all gold accessories were chosen for all the workers, ranging from Earrings, necklaces, watches, and bracelets.
It was one of the perks that came with working for the Reynolds Family.
" After the party, I need information about That lady, and her schedule for tomorrow".
"Done Lady Joan", Zenith said with another bow.
"Where is my husband?", Joanne asked, She rested her back on the sofa, She lightly tapped her Legs, as she waited for a reply.
"He is at the Venue already, He told me to highlight him when you are ready". Zenith said in response.
"Okay". She said quietly.
Joanne, pushed herself out of the sofa, She could hear approaching footsteps and as she stared more at the white doors in front of , Her face held a displeasing look, Her frown deepened as three ladies busted through the double doors with three railings containing exotic dresses. She squinted her eyes at them , while she folded her hands just below her breasts.
The three women, Leah, Merit and Farah, were in charge of the wardrobe of the evening, They always were, but somehow always failed when it came to dressing The lady up.
"You look more beautiful , the more I get to see you", Farah, A beautiful Egyptian woman with a bad sense of humour said to Joanne, Joanne reacted the same as always, a blank face as she tried to read some sort of meaning behind their clownish entry.
Farah, for one always looked the same, For a fashion designer she loved to play it safe with her, pastel colours, same blue woven sweater and an off-putting slides.
"We made sure to upgrade the dresses and make them up to par". Merit always had a high esteem and ego, It explains why her chin remained so high, But as she motioned to the 'exotic' dresses in question, Joanne couldn't help but stiffle a laugh. Her ego always made her delusional.
No wonder Her in-laws ways looked uncoordinated and never in style.
If There was anyone She could tolerate out of all the ladies, it was Leah, She was loud as well, but at least she read meaning into the room. Joanne knew, because their eyes had met immediately they entered the room, and Leah knew she wasn't happy.
She liked nothing of everything, it was plain and had been worn before, She definitely wouldn't choose anything from their garbage.
"What an unwelcomed visit". Joanne's soft low voice rang through the to, cutting short what ever conversation any woman was initiating and ultimately bringing the room, to a cold hard silence.
"The Madame, Instructed we come, The colour for the day white and black" Leah was speaking and she looked at Joanne with pleading eyes, Joanne frowned the more at her, She looked pathetic.
"It's funny, You seem to have not understood me after all these Months"... Joanne took a threatening step forward, She looked at each of them and noticed the fear in their eyes, She smirked.
"Lady Joan Please". Leah begged again, but Joanne Raised her hand to stop her.
"Enough!, I want you out of my dressing room immediately, everyone of you but Zenith". She ordered lightly, She made sure to turn her back to the
The ladies gasped in shock at the announcement , they wanted to plead further, but looking at Joanne's face, They immediately threw out all hope.
Joanne never resumed a conversation, if it ended, it left no room for any more conversation.
Joanne heard the room clear out, One by one, to the very last person and the silent shutting of the door.
Almost immediately, She unfolded her hands and back around to face Zenith.
"Zenith?", She called.
"Yes Lady Joanne".
"The dress?".
Zenith acted on cue, she headed for the dress in a huge shipping box. The box was a brown Louis Vuitton travelling bag, that opened on Zenith's command. The heavy lid was pulled away and inside was a red material with a brown envelope on top. Zenith picked the note up and brought it to her Lady.
Joanne took the envelope, Her eyes scanned it as it came across her face.
It wrote Donatella Versace, She opened it and read through the short note.
'A colui la cui bellezza è incommensurabile e immacolata. La regina'.
___ Donatella Francesca.
'To the one Whose beauty is immesurable and immaculate. The Queen .'
Joanne placed The envelope aside, She turned slightly to Zenith.
"Bring out the dress". She instructed.
Joanne Risqué, was never one to follow the rules. The rules were never one to understand the mystery and fire behind Joanne. They were opposites and opposites never mixed.
Joanne walked towards the Box, She watched Zenith step aside, bringing her closer to the beautiful intoxicating material of the dress that called to her. Joanne Ran her finger over the edge of the box, She wanted to touch the lace, but she hesitated, She wanted to enjoy every feel of the dress in it's newness before she touched it.
"It's beautiful", She muttered breathlessly under her breath.
Joanne Ran her hands on the soft lace, She brought the huge dress to life and outside the closeted box. It was now free just like her.
She heard a gasp, It caused her to frown and the little smile on her lips disappeared.
"You like it?", Joanne asked dropping the dress on the green velvet sofa. Age didn't look up to see Zenith, rather she kept her eyes on her dress as she undid the not on her silk robe.
"Yes ma'am, it's very beautiful, the lace is very different and the stones are big and beautiful as well.".. Zenith Gushed about the dress, but Joanne showed no more reaction.
Joanne ignored her, She rather carefully slipped her robe off, to reveal her red lingerie that matched the lace of the dress, Her lingerie was sexy, but on her dark skin, huge curves and slender waist, They were guaranteed to make any man weak.
"The Dress". She said calmly again and Zenith turned finally to catch a glimpse of Joanne's body, She fell her eyes immediately ashamed of the thoughts that were running through her head. Joanne noticed it, but maintained her composure, She loved to know things without embarrassing the person in question.
Nothing more was said between the employer and the employer, They carried on in silence, a good one that Joanne cherished. One so loud they could hear each others soft breaths.
The dress was a sheer Red lace mermaid gown, Swarovski crystals and diamonds graced the dress in an intricate design of a rose that was sure to leave anyone in awe. The strapless dress hugged her ample breasts and her hips were defined and her waists snatched. The train was long and slight dramatic and her back was bare to the line of her waist, the dangerous line that kept everything safe to the unsuspecting eyes.
Her underwear wasn't visible, but her legs were, and the line of her ass as well.
She did a small twirl in front of her huge floor length mirror and smiled, it was perfect and Donatella knew her stuff.
"You look Endearing My lady, but I beg to ask what-". Joanne Raised a hand, she was already irritated.
"Do you know why you've stayed as my assistant for two months?". Joanne's eyes pierced through Zenith and her body quivered In fear.
"Ye..Yes Ma'am".
Joanne's eyes perked up to that, "You Do?", Zenith nodded, Joanne smirked, "Then Why dou always fucking test me Zenith!", Joanne's hands worked faster than her lips and in a quick motion and a swing of arm, she sent Zenith Flying to the floor.
Zenith trembled in fear and tried to stabilise herself with her shaky hands, Joanne on the other hand stated at her reflection with a soft smile, She loved the dress, she loved the colour and the fit, it was perfect
She traced her fingers along her bare neck tilting her head to the side.
"I hate looking bare, I need a jewelry, something exquisite, different and never been done, I wonder," Her hands fell smoothly from her neck to her breasts, age caressed them still staring at her reflection, " nothing beats this tho, the redness, the bloody Aura, The perfection".
The color red is the essence of life; it is the color of blood. It can insinuate energy, vitality, passion, anger, power, excitement, and sacrifice. It is a grounding color. Red can stand for warmth, danger, love, sex, death, rage, lust, and beauty.
Red for Joanne was everything she represented as a person, it was her defense mechanism and her greatest power. It was her colour of rebellion, her colour of anger, of love and everything in-between that.
She was engulfed in her reflection that she was unaware of a figure entering the room.
"Oh!", it was a loud gasping sound that put a smile on her face. She turned immediately to look at him and seeing the stunned and aroused look on his eyes, She felt complete again.
Writer Ogheneochuko Here!
I am very excited to announce that this is a new story that I have recently began working on, The plan for this book is simple, finish this book before the official ending of the series Eve.
Yes I said it, The book is a direct inspiration from Eve, but there is no revenge plot here, only obsession and forbidden love, I have a lot planned but I hope to finish this book in the next Five weeks, That is approximately 35 days, so let's Go.
Thank You for reading Femme Fatale, I hope you enjoyed it. 🖤