Thread: Tell Me Lies (AlphaZero&Malicious Lullaby)

It was a nightmare. One she didnt understand but she had to appear happy for the new couple. It didnt make sense and it hadnt even been that long since her mother died. Not even a year and already her father was marrying some tramp that was just a couple of years older than her? It didnt make sense, not to mention she never took her father as someone who would marry someone half his age. But there she stood, wearing a deep red frock and sipping a glass of champagne in honor of the happy couple, smiling as if she actually meant it. She didnt. But what could she say against Wayne Mikhaelson, billionaire and CEO of a manufacturing company, a business developed by his grandfather, old money and every power and status fortune hunters sought out with passion and desire. Who was she? Chloe Mikhaelson, his twenty-three year old daughter who was resenting having to look at his new tramp-bimbo-gold-digging-wife as her step-mother. Her name was Anastasia. She was beautiful, blonde and had a figure that could make men turn their heads and a gaze that would stop men in their tracks. She snatched her father up long before her mother had died. Anastasia had been his mistress. Now here they were, married and enjoying the attention at their wedding reception. Its not like she had a scowl on her face. No, she played the part well of a loving daughter who was so excited for her fathers new marriage and new wife. No one would ever think she was miserable on the inside and actually found this entire sordid affair embarrassing. It left a bad taste in her mouth, hence why she was on her third glass of champagne and the appetizers hadnt even gone around. Turning, she downed the rest of her glass and sat down at the open bar. At least he did right in that department deciding to have an open bar. Aside from being the only child of Wayne Mikhaelson and heiress to his fortune and company, Chloe loved art. She loved to draw, she loved to paint, and she was actually really quite talented. She even sold some paintings and managed to open up her own gallery which housed some nice traffic. She was a growing name though her connection with her father and because she was a Mikhaelson, helped a lot. It didnt make her any less talented though but people always loved a brand. The red frock she wore wasnt actually a frock. It was quite a beautiful dress with a low neck that teased the eye with the amount of cleavage displayed there though quite elegantly displayed and it was a full length chiffon dress. There was a slit on both sides that came to mid thigh and it was a nice conforming piece. The deep red flattered her well. With a soft and healthy complexion, blue eyes that seemed all too big for her face but completed her look and dark burgundy hair with undertones of warm chestnut, Chloe Mikhaelson was a beautiful girl. She was often featured in magazines though not in the same section as Paris Hiltonthank god!and was well known. Except she didnt act like a typical heiress and her escape for solace was her gallery rather than a salon or a manipedi. And right now, she was happily getting sloshed, anything to make this process of appearing as the happy daughter with a new mom all the less painful. If she could wear a sign that said Shoot me now and not get in trouble for it, she totally would.