So this first chapter isn't funny, but I assure you it will in the following chapters. This is just an introductory chapter.
DISCLAIMER: Unfortunately, I did not create Diana Ladris, and everyone else. They belong to Michael Grant.
Enjoy the chapter!
In the mirror, Diana could see the tears that welled up in her large, dark eyes, threatening to pour. She winced as her fingertips brushed the red skin of her cheek. It was as if someone had pressed a hot coal on her cheek, as if Caine had pressed a hot coal on her cheek. He hadn't, though. Caine had just simply slapped her. Simply slapped her, as if it wasn't a big deal.
The loud echo of the thunder-like clap Caine's hand had made reverberated in Diana's mind. Diana forced herself to remember, to replay the scene in her head. How Caine's slap had sent her stumbling back a few steps. The cry that escaped out of her lips. She'd never been so humiliated. She wanted to punch herself for how weak she must've looked.
She dipped a small towel onto a bowl of warm water and gently pressed it against her burning cheek. She let it there for a couple of minutes, until the red faded into a still noticeable pink.
A tear slid down her face, more following after.
"Pathetic," Diana spat, disgusted. It was like the girl in the mirror was a completely different person. The same beautiful face with a spill of dark hair, but with glassy eyes. She took a deep breath, rubbed her eyes and wiped her face.
Enough! You have been way too spoiled, Diana! You are not getting a pony for your birthday. That is end of it.
The memory brought a smile to her lips. Even though they found it that she'd been lying, the seven months her father spent in prison had been Diana's happiest. The whole fiasco was what got her sent to Coates, what had given her the reputation and why no one would dare cross her.
Diana has not been her own boss for quite a while, and maybe that had made her vulnerable.
"Not anymore."
Once the redness had vanished, the girl in the mirror was Diana once more, her chin tilted up and her eyes no longer sad but slightly narrow; judgmental eyes, those dark deceitful eyes, so full of secrets.
How dare Caine cheat on her?
Sure, Diana didn't even like Caine that way…but just the whole thought of him thinking he could just use her like some tissue…
At once, Diana's manipulative, scheming brain worked and worked, trying to find the perfect form of revenge. Then…
Her eyes twinkled.
Sam.