Tell Me How You Love Me, And the Reflection Will Tell you How you Look to Everyone Else
Chapter Four
Beauty is a bitch, and Lydia knew it, for years she cheated on Neville, she only loved him for his money and nothing else. She never experienced the meaning of true love, with the exception of her brief fling with Biff Atlas. Yet, she was used too.
Beauty is only on the eye of the beholder, where the beholder has to see beyond physical attraction, in order to see the soul and essences of the person. Her little but most prized possession was a hand mirror. The mirror was a gift from Neville, and it was carved by the bones of a Southern east Asian White Elephant.
She saw her reflection every morning, and saw it again before going to bed. The mirror broke on the night Sue Pea died on the guest bedroom; she was fighting with Neville against he wasn't spending too much time in the house, and Neville threw the mirror at her, but it only bounced on the floor and cracked a little on the top.
Sue Pea heard the screams as well the mirror shattering, and she went running to the other side of the mansion to hide; the next morning it was Lydia who discovered the corpse of her daughter, but it was late, she died on her sleep; the passing of her child only made her to hide on a shell and never came back.
She blamed Neville, and saw some comfort on the hands of her trainer Biff, albeit the romance had years and the reason of Sue Pea's birth, as well as the twins, as well the upcoming one all where product of Biff because Neville was weak and sterile as a mule.
Her childhood wasn't extra-ordinary, she was an ugly-duckling and she wasn't really smart. Quite stupid on the other hand but she learned how to manipulate people for her own benefit. She met Neville when she was 15, he was already eight years older than her.
She essentially grew spoiled; and she move-in her Nan and uncle to the mansion. Where Neville took care of them too.
The whereabouts of her mother where unknown, but her father committed suicide when she was two years old. The product of an unwanted teenage pregnancy that gave shame to her family, before she could even spoke.
It was only deception and hate, what she met, and she couldn't even love. Her last day on the world of the living was terrifying, as she was the first one killed by Neville on the night of the ball. Her beautiful and pristine appearance was emaciated by being stabbed in the face with the fragments of her mirror
She died in an ugly way, and when she turned into a ghost, she wanted to be stay pretty for all eternity. She started to comb her hair, sitting on the vanity's chair. She saw the same image as she was alive, she couldn't convince herself that even in death she was the prettiest of them all.
The screams of her husband, who was already turned into a portrait ghost. She wasn't too keen of Professor E. Gadd, she wanted him to die but her problems started when the plumber arrived.
He already took down her husband who was the first of the 23rd to protect the master who lived upstairs. The Starving Artist, who was the right hand of the King of the Dead, he was the one who turned everyone slaves of the mansion forever until the very end.
Lydia didn't care, she didn't even defended herself. She was worried about that her hair was going to be out of place; but it was too late for her. She gave the plumber the key to see her precious baby who was down in the nursery of hell.