ABIGAIL'S DILEMMA: BEWARE OF A FIBBING SAINTESS

Abigail sat still in front of her vanity mirror staring at the reflection of a young lady she could barely recognize. 

Her lips were as red as scarlet and her hazel eyes were shimmering with a thousand emotions. Her neck was adorned with precious stones and on the center of her head sat a delicate crystal tiara.

"Look at you, sweetheart!" Matilda Felan beamed at her beautiful daughter. "I'm sure even the gods are jealous of such rare beauty. You are such a lucky girl."

"Lucky!" Abigail said with a bit of melancholy in her voice. "If you think I'm lucky, then why do I feel miserable, Mother." 

A tear drop escaped Abigail's shimmering eyes. "If this is what it takes to be lucky, then I want to be doomed forever."

The smile on Matilda's face suddenly disappeared and was replaced with horror.

"I want everyone out of this room, now." Matilda snapped at the maids who were still putting finishing touches to Abigail's elegant attire.

The maids bowed their heads and quickly exited the room.

"Do not sound ungrateful, Abigail Woods Felan." Matilda glared at her daughter's reflection in the mirror. "Do you know how many young ladies out there are praying to be in your shoes? You have virtually everything you could ever want in life at your beck and call. You..."

"No Mother," Abigail turned around to face her mum. "I do not have everything. I'm just a pretty bird locked up in a cage. My only existence is to do my owner's bidding. It is true I have everything that money can buy. But the one thing I desire the most and can never have is my freedom."

Abigail took her mother's hand and gazed sorrowfully into her eyes. "I want to be free, Mum. Please, help me."

"Enough of that nonsense!" Matilda angrily flung her daughter's hands away. She picked up the hairbrush lying on the table and ordered Abigail to face the mirror.

Abigail bit down on her inner lips and did as her mother instructed.

"I will not have you ruin this perfect night with your childish whining." Matilda took down the tiara on Abigail's head and started brushing her hair all over again.

Abigail stared at her mum through the mirror, wondering whether she had ever loved her.

"Your father has gone through a lot of trouble to organise this pre birthday celebration just for you. All you have to do is smile and enjoy your day." 

Abigail inwardly chuckled at the thought of the so-called pre birthday party.

'What is a party without friends in attendance? The guest are just a bunch of disgruntled family members who are compelled to attend.' Abigail hissed.

Matilda patted Abigail gently on the head and kissed her on the cheek. She dropped the brush back on the dressing table and picked up Abigail's tiara.

"Babygirl, you are my star and you've brought so much good fortune to us." Matilda placed the tiara on Abigail's head and smiled.

"I know you may feel cheated but life hasn't been fair to either of us. There is always a little sacrifice to pay for happiness. You know I'll do anything just to make you happy. I have done my part raising you and now it's your turn to take care of me. Please, my love, don't ever say those words again, especially in the presence of the maids. You know how much some people hate us in this family. They will do anything just to kick us back to the street empty-handed."

More tears streamed down Abigail's face as she listened to her mum's heartbreaking words.

"No more tears, cupcake, otherwise you'll ruin your makeup." Matilda turned Abigail's chair around and dabbed Abigail's tears with tissue paper. She retouched Abby's makeup and smiled.

"Tomorrow, you will clock twenty-one years of age and your father has big plans for you. Just make sure you do everything he says, okay?"

"Okay, Mother," Abigail's plastered a sweet smile on her face as her hatred for her mother quadrupled.

Just then, the door to Abigail's room opened and a tall devilishly handsome man strolled in.

"How is my princess?" Valentino asked cheerfully as he walked up to the beautiful mother and daughter.

"She's having cold feet but she's fine." Matilda welcomed a brief kiss from her husband.

"Honey, can you give my princess and I some privacy for a special father and daughter bond?" Valentino stroked his wife's cheek while staring at his beautiful daughter's reflection.

"That wouldn't be a problem, honey." Matilda turned to her daughter and flashed her a deadly stare. "Abigail, be nice to your daddy."

Abigail's heartbeat began thumping louder as Matilda walked out of the room. She felt goosebumps all over her body as Valentino's hands came resting down on her shoulders.

"You look ravishing, my love," Valentino's hands slowly moved from Abby's shoulders to her arms. He made her stand up and turned her around to face him. 

"Your beauty grows with every new age and so does my love for you." Valentino tried to kiss Abigail but she turned her face to the other side.

Valentino chuckled evilly at Abigail's reaction. He let go of her arm and was about to move away from her to lock the door when she quickly held him by the arm.

"Dad, I'm sorry!" Abigail said in a trembling tone. She knew the consequences of her actions and was scared of how they would impede her plans for the night. "Mum applied too much lipstick on me and I didn't want to make a mess."

"You don't have to call me, Dad when we're alone. Simply call me the pet name I thought you." Valentino turned back to Abigail, his voice was frigid and void of the initial tenderness. He strolled over to the dressing table and picked up a face wipe. 

Using the face wipe Valentino carefully cleaned every bit of lipstick from Abigail's lips and asked icily.

"Do you have any more complaints, my love?"

"No, b...boo!" Abigail held back her tears for fear of exciting Valentino. He hated it when she showed weakness and would torment her body until she lost the zeal to cry.

"Kiss me and make it believable." Valentino pulled Abigail into his arms and waited patiently for her to do her magic.