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My gaze locked with my mother's as she caught wind of my words. The reflection of myself standing on the threshold of the chamber was visible in the mirror directly in front of her.
"Skye, my dear!" My mother called out upon spotting me. I was still repulsed. How dare she address me so affectionately amidst the bedlam I had stumbled upon. "Would you like to converse?" she enquired. I was left pondering once again. I couldn't fathom what there was left for me to discuss with her. My mind was currently inundated with a whirlwind of thoughts—questions and bewilderment.
"Yes, yes, I really do want to talk to you, Mom," I replied, stepping into her room. The space was cramped, filled with a multitude of people and clothing. Expensive items, ones that I knew Mom couldn't afford, were scattered haphazardly on the bed. The floor was littered with over fifty pairs of high-end shoes. Lavish gifts were carelessly strewn across the bed. I knew she had received all these things from her new man, the one who had slipped a ring on her finger. Just the thought of him made my stomach churn. But what troubled me even more was that this man, whom my mom was going to marry, had a son who happened to be my relentless tormentor from school. He was poised to disrupt the already tangled web of my fairy tale romance, a story that I don't think even someone like you could possibly comprehend or fathom.
"Very well," said Mom, dismissing the hired help with a wave of her hand, instructing them to vacate the room temporarily. Once the room cleared, Mom leaned her head to the side and cracked her neck, finding relief in the sound. "So, Skye, what is it that you wish to discuss with me?" Mom inquired, swiveling her chair to face me.
I let out a heavy sigh as my eyes fell upon the glimmering diamond ring. "Why, Mom? Out of everyone in the world, why him?" I spoke with a mix of frustration and confusion, my words etching lines of concern onto Mom's face.
"Are we back to discussing my marriage?" Mom replied wearily.
"Yes, that's exactly what I'm talking about..."
"You know very well that I won't reveal my future husband's identity until six months have passed. And we still have five more months to go," she responded, her tone nonchalant.
"I suppose the mystery man you're marrying is... Mr. Blackwood, isn't it?" I interjected, aware that my words crossed a line. Mom stood up from her chair, looking taken aback. I couldn't comprehend her surprise. After all, I had already found out. But what was the use? Sooner or later, I would uncover the truth, and one day, I would despise Mom's decision.
"How did you find out? Did you follow me? Why must you meddle in my affairs?" Mom's questions flowed hurriedly, like water rushing from a tap.
"I haven't followed you, and I will never intrude on your life. Have you forgotten that we were never close? Yet suddenly, you decide to embrace me, the prodigal daughter I believed you had almost disowned. It's all part of your plan, isn't it?" I revealed, finally piecing things together.
"I have changed from my past actions, Skye!" Mom countered.
"I've always had this inkling that your sudden affection for me was manufactured. And I know exactly why you want to marry Mr. Blackwood: to gain access to his wealth and destroy my life," I retorted, my claims getting the better of me. Dax had informed me. He had revealed everything, leaving me with no choice but to hate my mother even more.
"Darling, why would you say such things?" Mom's voice was laced with saccharine sweetness.
"Don't call me 'darling,' Mom. Are my accusations true? What is your true motivation for marrying him? Why?" I demanded.
"And why are you even asking me this question?"
"Just give me an answer!"
"I'm not obligated to answer until the time is right, until the five months have passed," Mom stated, her words final.
I couldn't help but scoff at everything. My mom's words and the situation we were in seemed so absurd to me. "You really can't be serious, Mom," I said, exasperated. "I already know the truth. I found out about the man you're planning to marry, and yet you still won't tell me... What kind of person do you think I am? Did you really believe I wouldn't find out?"
"One day, the truth will come out," my mom replied, her voice filled with uncertainty.
"I think that day has already arrived. Tell me what you're hiding from me. I deserve to know!" I demanded, my frustration and anger bubbling to the surface.
Mom sighed and sank back into her chair, a defeated look crossing her face. "I can see that look in your eyes. You probably hate me right now. But that's not what I want. I want you to be happy for me, to understand that I'm getting married to a man who will change our lives forever..."
"But I like my life the way it is," I countered, not willing to back down.
"What you think you like is just a facade, Skye. You don't really enjoy your life, deep down. There's a mix of love and hate for me, even though I know I don't deserve your love, but your anger instead. I know you have dreams and aspirations, ones that I've always failed to support. But, try to see the bright side of it all, Skye. Once I marry and take on the Blackwood family name, everything will fall into place for you. You won't have to worry about not getting into your dream college right after high school," Mom explained, her words weighing heavily on my heart as she mentioned my "dream college."
I couldn't deny the opportunities that came with the path my mom had chosen. I knew my life would change drastically. But now, I was left even more confused. Was I supposed to embrace it or fight against it? Did my mom actually have a point, or was she completely misguided?
"And what will become of you, Mom?" I asked, my voice filled with concern.
"Well, there's no need for you to worry about me. In the end, I'll finally be able to claim the Blackwood surname and title..."
"So, you married him for his money and the title?" I inquired.
"Well, who wouldn't?" she replied casually.
"So, you're admitting that you're a gold digger, the promiscuous person I've come to know?" I couldn't help but blurt out.
