a slap echoed in the farmhouse that stood tall, its white walls gleaming in sunlight, surrounded by a sturdy wooden fence and lush green lawns. Large windows sparkled like diamonds, while a cheerful red door that welcomed visitors. A rustic wooden barn and sleek water tank.
"what is the meaning of this, Marly" shouted a woman, in her mid-30s, had brown hair that was framed in her heart shaped face. Her smooth, pale skin had testament to her Caucasian heritage. Emily Miller
"i will talk to her mam, i apo..."
"apologize, apologize, you k** insolence, now am goi.." a knock at the door" go open that door" marly open the door where a beautiful woman with green eyes and the warmest smile enters "hello marly, haven't seen you in a while, how's light?"
Miranda's warm and gentle demeanor precedes her, a beacon of kindness that illuminates all she touches. As the proud owner of forty percent of the sprawling farm, a legacy left behind by her beloved husband who was tragically torn from her side, Miranda's presence is a comforting reminder of stability and strength. Her devotion to her daughter and the farm's heritage is evident in her frequent visits, her eyes sparkling with a mix of sadness and resolve, her heart still tender from her loss, yet her spirit unbroken.
"she is fine, you know how hard working she is, she doesn't not even rest" she laughs out loud truth is Emily has always been good at masking her self cruel on the inside but a goddess on the out side, two faced one would say.
"nonsense, how old is she now? her birthday was yesterday right?" Mirada says so sweetly
"she is 16 years now, miss Johnson" her voice barely out, one would swear it was a whisper, "i keep telling you to stop calling us with our surnames, just Miranda you're basically family, Austin please go call Light'
Austin shrugged at the thought of him being treated like the help his parents always taught him about his superiority over black people aspecially over the Mbhele family "yes mam'' but he was also taught to wear the good boy mask.
He walks over the dry farm land, he never really liked the dusty-ness of the farm, he wanted to live the urban life now cows, sheep, no clucks from chickens early in the morning and now that he is 17, he is only one year away from freedom.
He find khanya/light milking a cow, Khanya's dark hands moved deftly, Her fingers wrapped around the teats, closing and releasing in a smooth, practiced rhythm. As the milk began to flow, Khanya's face creased into a warm smile, her eyes shining with a quiet contentment. The sound of milk splashing into the pail filled the air, a soothing accompaniment to Khanya's gentle humming.
"hey ugly, you are being called in the house'' he says with no care in the world disgusted by the image infront of him, "i will be there, in a second" Khanya's voice dripped with venom as she spoke of him - the boy who had once captured her heart, now inspiring only bitter resentment. Her words spat forth like a curse, infused with a deep-seated loathing.
As khanya/light enters the house, a rare sight welcomes her "hey baby girl, you look so dirty, you are so hard working i wish my daughter sera was like you" Miranda smiles at her. "i invited your mom and you to my dinner, would love it if you would taking me on my offer." a bright smile followed her sweet words.
Khanya looks at her mother for approval, her mother gives a slight nod of approval. truth is the mother daughter bond no longer exists between khanya and her mother, the truth has been broken. the Mbhele family is now a hierarchical family, where charley rules the household with a stern hand no leaving any space to breath, "i would love too" she smiled back with a forced smile, well it was her best smile, she barely smiled in the past years nothing gave her joy except the animals, they were her friends she trusted them more than anyone.
The masked diner begins the diner table stretched out in a sturdy, rectangular shape, its surface a warm, honey-brown hue. Eight chairs, their chrome exteriors gleaming. A centerpiece of artificial flowers added a pop of color, while a row of condiments, including ketchup, mustard, and relish, stood at the ready. Placemats, adorned with a classic diner checkered pattern, protected the table from spills and scratches. food was placed at the table 5 five star dinning one would say food fit for royalty,the eight chairs faced each other Austin sat across Sera who was pleased with the setting, Emily was set across her husband Justin, Miranda sitting across Marly and khanya/light sat across Kimberly. now the masquerade begins.