Thread: Fortune Favours the Bold {Roses & Vega}

The garden was eerily quiet. She could even hear the wind as it breezed past her leaving a feeling of vague coolness. Her gaze travelled up from her lap and fixed on the pristine lake in front of her house. It was so serene. So beautiful, that if weren't for the biting cold, she would be swimming peacefully allowing the water to calm her nerves. Angelique had managed to get past her eighteenth birthday without too much fuss. Her sister Emeliee and her fianc Claude had bought her a rather ostentatious gold and sapphire necklace. Her mother and father had bought her an i-pad. Her best friend Natalie bought her a new journal and a collection of pens. There had been no party, just dinner at the Lefvre family house. Which was rather shocking since Madeline Lefvre was known to throw high-class, grand parties even for little ocassions. But it seemed like that her youngest daughter's eighteenth birthday was not an event to be celebrated after all. Not that Angelique minded a single bit in fact she was fairly pleased when she had descended downstairs in her new white sundress, only to find the dining hall empty of foreign faces. The gifts had been a little overwhelming but besides that, her birthday had slipped away smoothly. However, she felt empty. She had expected her birthday to be special. No, she did not expect anything from anyone nor did she want anything. She had only thought that being eighteen would make her feel free. Free from the choking grasp of her parents, the society, her peers...everyone. She thought it would allow her to make choices. Like in what colour she wanted her toothbrush to be what she wanted to eat, when she wanted to eat...and above all what she wanted to be. How wrong was she. She had felt no difference in her parents' behaviour tonight. Her mother was still whining over going to Dubai with her friends which her indifferent father - who was too absorbed in the newspaper - declined to. Emeliee was fixing her perfect make-up while Claude stuffed in the delicacies. Natalie didn't allow Angelique to move from the couch as she gave an animated - and detailed - account of her boyfriend's new car - and how they had 'inaugurated' the car in the backseat. All in all, it made her feel empty. This was how she was going to spend her existence - she didn't refer what she lived as life because of the monotone state of it - safely cooped up in some rich man's manor who would be more interested in stock market than her. The only worry in her life would be her looks and trips to exotic places. Pathetic. An ancient sigh escaped her lips as she tightened the worn out shawl around her thin frame. Sometimes she wondered what would it be like if she were to run away. Would her parents search for her? Would they be worried? Would they miss her?...She knew that only the first question got a positive answer. They wouldn't search for her because of worry or love or care. No, those were the 'low-life feelings' as her mother called it. They would only search for her for their honour. What would the people say when hear that the daughter of one of the top lawyers in America ran away? Yes, they would find her and punish her so badly that she wouldn't ever think of running away. Because that's how her life was. Because that's how she was Pathetic.