Chapter 3: I hate my life!
Isabella pondered about the things that she gently uttered from her mouth, the words that flowed after a certain memory she recalled.
It was certain that she was not a mental being, after all some people have scenarios inside their heads, playing characters and talking to themselves. She reassures herself that she is sane in front of the mafia.
Isabella slowly undresses her pajamas, revealing her vampire-like skin, pale but beautiful as it seems, her body-to-hip ratio is almost on a perfect level. Her back has healed up scars representing the harsh knight training she went through years ago. Isabella, despite being the fake one, her elegance was taught by her late adoptive parents.
As the clothes slip from Isabella's shoulder, she puts on a silky bathroom robe.
Just at the moment, there is a knock on the door.
'Come!'
Two females in maid dress, with their hands on their knees, both looking down walk at a steady pace of their legs.
'Matriarch, please let us!' they spoke on a monotone while not maintaining any eye contact behind Isabella and those two maids.
The two maids have the rarest skin and condition in this world. Both have complete heterochromia. Isabella looks at them with cold eyes, 'Elsa, Get. Out. Now.'
The big room is silent.
'Elsa, Before I snap, get out.'
A deep sigh comes out, from the shadows behind the maids, it is kind of unsettling, seeing a human emerge from the shadow behind of a human.
Magic sure is terrifying stuff.
Elsa comes out slowly, she puts on her usual rant about how she should be the one to wash Isabella, as she is more protective and powerful if someone lunges at her while she is in the bath.
Elsa flips her purple hair, licks her index finger and ring finger, making a "Rock" sign, she adjusts her eyebrows with those two fingers.
She widens her index and pinky finger, doing a creepy discord moderator thing. Even the maids gave her a concerning look, she had to visit a therapist.
She may look funny doing this, but it shouldn't be advised to use this trick until you want a brick to your face.
Seeing Elsa, goosebumps run through Isabella's whole body, It was unspeakably cringe.
Seeing Isabella's disappointed look, Elsa has to think of a plan!
Now what shall she do?
1) She will say sorry and move on with her day.
2) She will constantly nag her and be on her feet.
3) She will spy on her.
4) She will break dance and please the matriarch.
Elsa rubs her chin and goes on a brainstorming, she has to make fast to survive or wash your idol.
It was a lifetime possibility, as today, unlike the other days, Isabella only rolled her eyes and didn't reply screaming, "No!"
Today was different.
Alright, let's try out the best options since I have time anyway.
Isabella gets on her knees and joins her hand, "Matriarch, please let me wash your back today!"
Isabella replies, 'No. Elsa. Go and finish your report.'
'But I already finish-'
A sudden voice appears out of the doorframe. It's Ragna before he peeks into the precious legs of the matriarch.
He says, 'Can I then, MISS ISABELLA?'
WHOOSH!
A straight hammer kick flies through the air and stops right on the eyes of Ragna, which doesn't land as they are higher up in ranking than those maids.
Isabella sighs, "Take that childish man away!"
The maid drags him away while covering his eyes, just in case, he peeks at a maiden like Isabella.
'Elsa, Didn't I tell you not to come here?'
Seeing Isabella is utterly disappointed is heartbreaking for Elsa, but she has to try to get into the bath with her.
It is a lifetime opportunity for a person like Elsa, who seems rather weirdly obsessed with her.
Elsa has one option now, She has to BREAKDANCE!
To win her idol's heart.
Isabella watched as Elsa excitedly rummaged through her pocket, pulling out an assortment of hats and accessories.
Elsa's enthusiasm was palpable, but Isabella couldn't help but feel unimpressed by the prospect of Elsa breakdancing in her room.
It could get messy, and she doesn't fix them but other people getting in her room is something she doesn't want in any way.
Elsa's eyes lit up as she carefully selected a vibrant, oversized baseball cap, adorned with neon graffiti-style designs. She slipped on a baggy, tie-dye shirt and pulled on a pair of loose-fitting, colorful sweatpants. Elsa's enthusiasm was infectious, but Isabella remained skeptical.
"Seriously, Elsa? Breakdancing in my room?" Isabella muttered under her breath, crossing her arms.
Elsa didn't seem to hear Isabella's comment as she reached for a pair of old sneakers, their soles worn from countless practice sessions. With a grin on her face, she adjusted her cap and stretched her limbs, clearly lost in the excitement of what was to come.
Isabella sighed, resigned to the fact that Elsa was going to go ahead with her impromptu performance, despite her lack of enthusiasm. She leaned back in her chair, preparing herself for the upcoming spectacle.
"YO! YO! ISABELLA!" while she moves her hand forward and backward. Isabella is pissed off as her eye twitches but she has to watch them until the maids are back.
Elsa wasted no time. She placed a small, portable speaker in the center of the room, and with a swift tap on her phone, the room filled with an upbeat hip-hop track.
The bass thumped through the walls as Elsa took her position in the middle of the floor.
"LET ME SHOW YOU THE MOVE!" Elsa did a rock sign while sticking her tongue out.
With a burst of energy, Elsa began to move. Her body seemed to defy gravity as she spun, twisted, and contorted in ways that Isabella had never seen before. She flawlessly executed a series of intricate footwork, and her hands glided across the floor with precision.
Despite her initial skepticism, Isabella couldn't deny Elsa's incredible skill.
"She's quite good with her useless skills, wow!" Isabella had a smirk on her face.
She moved with a fluidity and confidence that was captivating. Elsa's hat twirled in the air, and her sweatpants swirled with each twist and turn. It was clear that this was more than just a hobby for her; It was a time passing stuff.
As Elsa continued to dance, her excitement was palpable. She wore a wide grin, and her eyes sparkled with joy. Isabella couldn't help but be a little impressed by Elsa's dedication and talent, even if breakdancing in their room still seemed like an unconventional choice.
As the music reached its climax, Elsa executed a breathtaking move, finishing with a dramatic freeze. The room was filled with applause as Isabella, despite her initial reservations, found herself clapping along with genuine admiration for her friend's impressive breakdancing skills.
"This is the most random thing but you did good!" Isabella patted her shoulder with a kind of proud look. Elsa is full of hope, her long dream is coming true!
Isabella calls out to the maid of Elsa herself, "Take her away and give her some medications."
"What? The matriarch, I thought we would shower together?"
Isabella turns back in her bathroom robe, with a curl on her mouth she says a single word, "No!"
The maid drags Elsa away, her effort is useless. She clenches her fist, that she will get her next time, a big plan to make Isabella herself submit to her.
Isabella calls out her maids. While they hold her arms, Isabella slowly walks down into the bathroom, there is a bath ready to embrace the queen herself. It is full of fresh rosewater, while roses float around the surface.
Her bathrobe slowly slides, showing her bare skin.
She slowly puts her leg inside the bathtub, while the maid plays her one of her favorite;
"Sober to death by Car seat headrest."
The bathtub water spills a little bit, she rests for a few minutes while the maids massage her arms and her legs. The maids wash their hair slowly.
After a few moments, she walks out of the shower. The dress was already in front of her.
They put on a nice soft crop pure black t-shirt. Then, a long Italian skirt just above her knees, full of black petals and Italian designs.
It was one of a kind, costing thousands of gold coins.
Then a black jacket over her skin, that has a golden dragon print on the front and back, her signature leg warmers on a greyish colour just above her loafers.
She puts on light makeup, just a touch of eyeliner to make her eyes seem a little bit bigger and dominating.
She puts on an Ivory birdcage-inspired royal Ascot hat. The ones that tilt on the side, gave a perfect feeling to her clothing, even though it may seem out of time culture.
She doesn't follow clothing trends and culture, they follow her.
She takes the report in her hand, even though she doesn't understand anything.
"What the hell does it say? I should know simple words, this has math in it. I fucking hate my life, and today, there is the meeting among the district control of my mafia."
Isabella is going on a rampage inside. It is not maths, it is just a basic graph of her profits all submitted throughout the week. She is just dumb.
Elsa and Ragna slide the door, and Isabella enters.
The meeting is commencing.