Chapter 1 - "Get Ready."
-Skylar's pov-
Groaning, I pulled down the blankets that covered my body and stretched before getting up and padding into the bathroom.
I put on a white T-shirt and some leggings. Walking down the stairs, I heard my father's voice and it sounded like he was talking on the phone so I decided to get some information on what he might be talking about.
"Yeah. We'll be there in a sec." I furrowed my brows in complete and utter confusion.
Who will be where?
Who is he talking to?
Different thoughts clouded my head but not even a hint of an answer was revealed.
"Bye." I decided to pretend like I was just getting downstairs so I hit my feet on the ground loudly so that it will sound like I was running down the stairs.
I faked a yawn as I walked towards the dinning room.
On my way, I saw Elise, our cook.
"Morning Elise!" I greeted the fifty six year old woman.
"Morning Sky. How was your night?" She asked as she smiled at me. She was like a second mother to me.
"Okay?" She smiled at me once again and I smiled back before she nodded and walked away.
"Morning Dad!" I gave my father a little kiss on his cheek and settled down on my seat.
Elise walked in with a tray of food in her hands. She placed the food down and placed my plate in front of me and also placed my father's plate in front of him too. She pulled out four glass cups in front of my father and I before pouring water and some orange juice into each cup and repeated the process with my father.
"Elise. I have told you so many times to set the table before we get here!" Dad yelled at the woman who flinched at his suddenly angry voice.
"Dad-"
"Sorry sir. It wouldn't happen again."
"One more slip up and your fired," Elise nodded her head slowly as she kept her gaze pinned to the ground.
"You may go now Elise. Thank you," I said and she nodded and walked out of the room before she shut the door.
"Dad, what was that?!"
"That woman had worked for us ever since I was a baby and you just want to throw here away?! Just like that?!" He looked at his phone like I didn't even utter a word to him.
"Dad!" I exclaimed.
"What?!" He looked up at me with clear annoyance on his face.
"Have some respect dad!" His eyes narrowed at me.
"Respect?"
"Yes! What happened to the father that took me out for ice cream with mum?" He narrowed his eyes at me again.
"That father died a long time ago so forget about him cause he is not coming back, just like your mother!" I looked up at him as tears filled my eyes.
How dare he talk about mum like that! She deserves more respect than that!
I grabbed my tray of food and orange juice with shaky hands and stood up.
"We'll be leaving in a few minutes," I looked back at him with teary eyes.
"To where?" He looked up from his phone and stared at me for a while.
"You asked me to talk to my friend about working in his modeling company right?"
"Your joking right?" He sighed and stood up abruptly.
"Get ready," he said as he walked towards the door.
"That was when I was sixteen Dad!" He turned around and stared at me nonchalantly.
"So?"
"I'm twenty! Twenty years Dad!" He raised a challenging brow at me.
"What's the difference?" I rolled my eyes at his words.
"Four years," I said and he pulled on his suit jacket.
"Get ready," he said and walked away while I rolled my eyes.
"Whatever."
***
I walked up to my room and got into the shower before quickly brushing my teeth.
I pulled on a silver dress and some blue strappy heels. I pulled my waist length brown hair into a tight ponytail and left some curly strings out on purpose. I pulled on the diamond bracelet I bought recently with real diamonds and the ruby necklace that belonged to my mum before putting on the diamond earrings that came with the bracelet and a silver ring.
Is it too much?
Eh, it's okay.
I descended down the stairs and saw Dad placing his phone in his pocket.
"Stella's coming home for dinner tonight." I could not help but roll my eyes because
of this.
Stella is my fathers girlfriend that I obviously hated. She was trying to be my mother but she can't cause my mum was irreplaceable and she should get that into her sick head!
"Can we leave already?" I crossed my arms as I looked at my Dad who looked up at me from his phone.
"John's going to bring the car around in a minute. In the mean time, get your act together so you wouldn't humiliate both yourself and I infront of Harry." His phone rang as Stella's name appeared in bold letters on his screen and I rolled my eyes when he smiled and picked the call.
I walked away from him looking down at my hands.
I hope I can do this, I thought to myself as I fiddled with my fingers.
I can do this! I thought with a proud smile.
Oh, who am I kidding? Curse you sixteen year old self!
Honk. Honk.
I looked behind me and saw my dad get out of the car.
"Get your arse in here before I leave you this exact moment!" I sighed and got into the car.
I buckled my seat belt before sinking into the soft seat of the black BMW. We sat in silence as I though about all the horrible ways I could humiliate my Dad and I infront of Harry.
What will happen?
