2. Chapter. ✓ The meeting:

I feel fresh and light, it is as if the night before I was given a good bath, and without any worry that it was bothering me. My short hair feels so silky and clean it makes me smile. My feet feel warm, it is too rich to feel that way when you just wake up from a good restful sleep.

Although the truth is that yesterday I got out of control, after they took me to the living room of the great mansion where they were stepping on my feet, I couldn't bear it.

My mind got out of control like my body, I damaged practically the entire room, that is the great detail. How they could not control me, one of the guards injected me to calm me down and then a woman ordered a girl like my age to bathe me and put me to sleep.

The girl who was part of the service told me that I should calm down because if I didn't, they would inject me again.

After that, I didn't know anything else. I was tired but now I feel clean and smooth, but heartbroken.

I washed my teeth and finally my tongue, I checked my teeth in the mirror and then feasted my eyes with the beautiful bathroom, it is almost the size of my ex room although a little bigger.

I go out of there to look for my clothes, I go to the dressing room and I do not see my suitcase anywhere, although everything that is on these walls does not go unnoticed, there is absolutely everything a girl would like to have, but of course, I do not, at least not in your condition.

I don't see my suitcase, my anger is increasing. I hear the door open, with my pajamas still on I go out to see who has entered.

"Miss they are waiting for you for breakfast." I was scared to see her, for a moment I thought it would be the unknown man.

I take my breast with my hand because of the impression that he gave me, I had not listened when he arrived.

"Where is my suitcase?" I ask staring at her.

She thinks about it and when she sees me, she smiles. I looked at her confused.

"Thank you miss, I had not thanked you for giving me so many clothes." My face was surely a poem, but how was I going to fight against that? " Do you want me to return your suitcase?" He asks since I am not able to answer .

"No, I just wanted to give you things myself." I say with my head down.

He comes a little closer to me, and smiles. Why do you smile so much?

"Mrs. Greta gave it to me, but thank you for the detail anyway." She goes to the dressing room.

I don't know Mrs. Greta, but I don't know who gave her the right to give away my clothes, but she'll know who she messed with.

"Here, miss, put this on." He hands me some things from the dressing room.

I take the wardrobe you have chosen for me, I appreciate that you were kind to me because I felt alone.

It consisted of a beige long-sleeved crossover shirt, the pants were tight at the top and wide at the bottom, which she combined with black square-heeled sandals.

It was strange to wear such fine clothes, my mother had always bought me dresses and other good quality things but in this case I felt very overwhelmed, it was seen from afar that the clothes I used were expensive, I consider myself a neat person in manners But in the situation I was in, I didn't want to ruin the wardrobe I was wearing. I felt drowned, I would have to take care of myself and the whole that was not mine.

I go out reluctantly, I did not want to run into the woman named Greta, least of all the man who bought me and forced me to marry him.

I walk slowly, hoping that the minutes go by quickly so that when I arrive, they are not there.

It doesn't take long for my eyes to fixate on how beautiful this mansion was, its painting was white, some things were painted black, the staircase was made of very beautiful wood, I ran my anxious fingers through it giving me how much it is as fine as what position, I was afraid for an instant that my long nails might scratch the delicate wood. I took my hands off her quickly.

When we had finished going down the stairs we found a room so spectacular that my eyes did not look away, everything was combined with old-modern. It was a very bold and beautiful touch, the servant was in front of me and I was not far behind her. I looked for a moment at her, who was immersed in the smallest details of the place, I was a witness when she ran one of her fine fingers over the table, checking that there was no dust on it.

This was overwhelming me, I felt like my head was going to hurt so much that I didn't want to keep looking at it. I was not messy but I was not fussy about cleanliness, we got to the dining room and I felt like I was dying, there were two very neat women who were talking placidly with each other, when they saw us arrive, their faces changed.

"Good morning, Miss Thrue is ready for breakfast," says the service girl with a serious tone.

"Go tell your boss to come to breakfast, I imagine the poor man is hungry just like us for waiting for the happy guest." his viper words have caused me to tense up.

"With permission." He bows and leaves.

Leaving me alone with these two harpies, but don't even think I was going to leave them. That never.

I am about to wait for the aforementioned, they look at me attentively to what I do, I just ignored them.

"Who is Greta?" I ask their direction.

Those smile pleasantly, they surely knew where things were going.

"What do you want to know that for?" Says the youngest of them.

"Answering in the form of a question is rude." Suddenly released without the intention of playing.

"So that's me." The oldest one clarifies.

His raven hair was what caught my attention the most, and from the way it looked from my reach it was long. His winter-white skin made him look a bit old, because of the wrinkles that formed in the part of his eyes when he smiled and on his forehead as well.

Greta was nice, but not pretty. It is ruled out that I did not see beauty as any human being would see it, with his eyes. I did not say that she was unattractive because of her physique, I believed that because her spirit told me so.

"I understand, so I owe you thanks for having given my clothes without permission." She had affirmed it, it had been her.

She looks at me and then smiles cheekily, being honest with myself she deserved to be given where it hurt the most, and in my opinion it was her beautiful hair.

I did not consider myself an aggressive person but neither did I let anyone make me feel humiliated, I respect people so that they respect me.

"You can't call those horrible clothes anything else, you should thank me for giving me those disgusting rags." His smug mockery made my blood boil.

"You are horrible and disgusting. My mother bought my clothes with a lot of effort so that an ugly and wrinkled old woman would come to give it away just like that." I shouted angrily.

My hands had become a fist, I wanted to smash it in his face so hypocritical. But as expected, she was offended, Greta gets up slapping the table.

" You respect me, you are an insolent girl." His demanding voice was heard all over the place." Your mother sold you to others, that gives me to understand that not even the clothes you carry at the moment are worthy of wearing. "

The other younger girl also got up, where she gave me a look of hatred.

"I don't have to respect you, you were the one who disrespected first." My voice now sounded calm.

"I told you to apologize, now! Or heed the consequences." His threat only made me laugh.

So I teased me, as she had done several times before.

"I won't, so you should live with that. Your threat doesn't even make my skin crawl." I release with hostility.

"You will apologize to me now!" His screams remained in the air.