Authors Note: I figured we don't know a whole lot about Amber Sweet and what seems is, in my opinion, an obsession for Grave Robber. I mean really couldn't she just get zydrate at home for free. But I bet you'd pay for Zydrate (through the nose) if you got a chance to talk to Grave Robber.
Chapter One
Amber checked the seams of her stockings. She had not had so much trouble with stockings as she had with this pair. She peeled them off and threw them down on the floor of her room. She decided she had been as late as she could be for brunch. Her father did not tolerate tardiness from those who worked with him and even less from his children.
"Shit…" she said under breath as she heard her father, Rotti, bellowing at Pavi. She had always gotten away with more than her brothers and normally she wouldn't have been worried at arriving late this morning but it was obvious her dad was in no mood to tolerate anybody.
Amber Sweet had been born Carmela Largo. Her mother had died giving birth to her and she had been named after her. People that knew the now deceased Carmela had always remarked how much Amber had looked like her before her numerous surgeries. Amber had never liked her name. It had fit her like a pair of clunky shoes and was relieved when she was able to legally take a stage name.
She hardly knew anything about her mom. Amber had only heard stories of her from her parents, brothers and family friends. It seems that Carmela had been put on a pedestal and Amber knew she could never be like her. Already she had failed at being a good daughter. Rotti Largo, it seemed, was not happy with his children
Her bare feet tiptoed over the hardwood floor of the hallway. She made it down the staircase aiding her unsure footing by holding onto the bannister. Rotti yelled again, this time at her. "Amber! Where the hell are you?" Her head throbbed. She'd been taking zydrate last night but had never made it to the surgery table before passing out. She wondered if she would reschedule it for today.
Her brothers were already digging into the brunch foods placed on the lavish dining table. They scarcely looked up as she entered into the room. Rotti chewed on a bit of bagel and he motioned for Amber to sit. She could hardly contain her nausea as the smell of all the food wafted to her.
Rotti glared at his only daughter. He had never liked the idea of his daughter in show business. He had been particularly angry at his daughters name change. It had seemed like a slap in the face to the memory of his late wife.
She ignored his obvious anger with her and concentrated on pushing the egg on her plate around. "So daddy….when is Mag leaving?" She tried to sound casual but she couldn't help being giddy at the thought of finally reaching her dream to be GeneCo's voice.
It was now Rotti's turn to ignore Amber. This was a subject he disliked immensely. He chewed his food quietly, but was soon overcome with a coughing fit brought on by the sudden change in conversation.
Rotti's offspring all stopped in mid action and raced around him. He took his white linen napkin from the dining table and held it to his mouth. A red stain began forming. Rotti knew he was getting worse and getting angry wasn't helping him. He waved his children away and walked into his office.