I got the permission to work.
Celine thought it would be great if I worked for myself. Then money wouldn't be wasted on me.
She told my father I was getting expensive to manage.
I hardly even asked for money.
Apparently I eat a lot
She's making me hate my body.
She decides what I eat and what I can't.
Even as a 21 year old woman I couldn't control my life.
I had rules.
Rules and regulations to follow for me to work.
Rule 1: I couldn't work in my father's company because I was a disgrace and I couldn't be associated with him.
Rule 2: I could keep my surname but I must not tell anyone about my family.
Rule 3: I had to make sure I wasn't in any way or form in any relationship. I was prohibited from having any relationship other than work with any man.
Rule 4: I couldn't use my father's name to get any job. I had to try like every normal person.
Rule 5: I had to make sure any work friends were just work friends and nothing more.
I had 5 rules.
5 rules that would determine my freedom.
Well guarantee a slight chance of freedom.
Even if I followed these rules, if my father found me unworthy of work, then I wouldn't leave the house until I was arranged for marriage.
I was excited yet scared.
Celine could do anything to make me seem unworthy.
That meant I would be arranged to anyone.
It could be a pervert, a rapist.
I had to make sure I would strictly abide by these rules and make Celine happy.
And I did.
I got a job in a prestigious company.
Blackwell LTD.
I was really happy and proud of myself.
I had really good grades.
I only ever spent my time reading and hardly with the people who tagged me as their friend.
I was satisfied with my efforts.
Celine was surprisingly happy for me.
Well I discovered in a very harsh way it was because I would be out of her way and wouldn't disturb her.
To say I was sad would be an understatement.
After all the years of disappointment, I was still trying to come to terms with the fact that everyone genuinely hated me and I had no support.
I couldn't say the same about work though.
On the first day, I was really nervous.
I would make sure to check my clothes everytime and make sure it wasn't obvious that they weren't mine.
Yes, the clothes were not mine.
Celine said it would be a waste of money to buy me new clothes so she gave me some of her old clothes.
Even though they still seemed new and looked like they were hardly touched, I felt really self conscious.
It felt like everyone was judging me and my outfit.
But I was wrong.
Hardly anyone cared they were just eager to meet the new personal assistant who had really good grades and was apparently really smart.
At first, I thought they were just taunting me and were hired by Celine to give me false hopes and fake friendship but then I realized that they were actually just really intrigued.
I was overwhelmed with emotions.
The kindness, love and warmth I received was overwhelming.
Obviously not everyone loved me and welcomed me with open arms.
I was used the the hatred and looks of disgust I received from everyone including the maids.
I wasn't one bit shocked.
This was what I was expecting, the looks, the judgement, the whispering.
I had already prepared myself for it.
I really wished I could love the people who loved me here.
They were genuinely nice.
Especially Melissa and Melinda.
Well, unsurprisingly they are not twins. I mean their name sounds alike and they bicker unnecessarily. Life never gets boring around them.
Melissa was really pretty with her long black hair, a body to die for, long eyelashes and dominating stance. She was also quite tall with legs that look like they were crafted by the goddess of beauty. She was everything I wasn't. She could easily attract attention in any room she entered. She was also a chatterbox with a tough exterior. She was really amazing.
Melinda on the other hand was quite short with a very curvy figure. Her hair was dark with silky wavy luscious curls that looked like they were a light. She would turn heads and attract attention but either she wasn't bothered or had gotten used to the attention she always received. She was quite chill in comparison to Melinda but she was the gossip queen.
Well they both were but she always knows about the meaningful gossip while Melissa was just about everything that could be transformed into a gossip story and would 'make headlines' as she always says.
They were always positive energy around me, making sure I was okay, keeping tabs on my eating schedule.
They were like the friends I never had. Even the people who tagged me as their friend were not this conscious and observant like they were.
I knew I was in save hands.
I only wished I could tell them everything about me.
Obviously I couldn't.
First there were the rules stopping me.
Then I also got scared they would be repulsed by me.
My nanny was now one of the people whose blood was indirectly on my hand.
I didn't want them to be scared of me or even a scared for their life.
It was better this way.