2.THE PERFECT FAIRYTALE

THIRD POV.

Since a young age, Adoria always felt like she was the main character. Some would probably think that it was because her brother made her feel like that and maybe it was true but when you looked like a goddess it only took much to make others think that they just lived in your universe.

So Adoria had the tendency of writing her journey Incase in the future she became someone important and people read it.

So on that Thursday as she left Ayana's place she went straight to her room and opened her journal and started writing.

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THURSDAY 19th May 1992.

As I woke up I could see the sunrise by my window. The only thing I loved at our place was the view I had. I took the chair and went to seat on the balcony as I waited for the sky to clear.

I could hear motions from below my room which was the kitchen and it meant that I was not the only one awake.

I was supposed to go see Ayana today. It had been a while since I went over to her place. With Lincoln always away Father doesn't allow me to go over there.

I don't know how to say this but I think I fell in love. Maybe I was delusional sinasayingtsayingiven that I was still a kid.

I didn't know what love was though it was hard to know when my parents acted like they hated each other's guts.

My mother only enjoys the luxury that comes with being married to my father and couldn't blame her.

I can't believe am drifting off and talking about my parents again.

His name is Lancelot. And he looks like the guys I see in cinemas.

His hair against the sun was the most immaculate thing that I have ever laid my eyes on. The way he smiled at me I felt like my heart just started beating funnily

Is this how girls feel when they have their first crush?

His hands were muscular and he held my gaze all I wanted him to do was sweep away and save me.

I wanted to be saved.

If it was alright to say a man was beautiful that was what I would say. His chocolate eyes and straight sharp jaw made him look immaculate.

At six foot three I felt like a child in front of his eyes and in that moment I knew he would never see me in any other way.

I was his sister's best friend to him I was just a little sister. That though did not make me stop fantasizing about him.

On the way home in the car I kept smiling because all I could think about was him.

I wanted him to hold me in his hands and engulf me in a hug. I wanted to know what it felt like to hug him.

His sweet smile was stuck in my head and all I wanted was to make him smile.

Lincoln looked at me as if I had lost my mind for keeping grinning but in that moment I didn't care.

I couldn't tell anyone of these thoughts though. My journal is my best friend.

Though I learned about some things about him on the way home as Lincoln told me. I had never been so interested in knowing someone's life as I was with him.

"I hear he is the bastard son ", said Lincoln as he kept his eyes on the road.

" Why because he was conceived by another woman ?", I asked him getting pissed off.

How dare they call him the bastard son? He was as much like all of them. They shared the same father.

"Yeah they think he came back to take all their father's properties and if you look at it he should be the eldest son so they are all pretty pissed and want him gone ", Lincoln said.

I didn't want him to go through. Am sure he wasn't like that. He just needed people who loved him. He wanted a family.

"I don't think that's true I heard his mother died maybe he just wants people who are family ", I said feeling sorry for Lancelot.

"What do you know about him, I didn't know you showed pity to people you barely know him ", said Lincoln as his attention shifted from the road to me.

"I don't know him it's just that I think you people are judging him without knowing him maybe he isn't after the money ", I said convinced that he was a good person.

"It is always about the money don't ever forget that ", he said as he chuckled.

I didn't want Lancelot to go though. I wanted to see more of him. I wanted him to like me if that was even possible but there is no way am his type.

He looks so grown up considering how I look. Before I didn't care about my looks but now I do. I have someone I liked who would scrutinize me every time he saw me.

Adoria,

xoxo.

She had finally become a teenager who cared about how she looked because of a boy. She stood in front of her mirror and ran her hands down her shirt and sighed.

"Maybe if I had boobs then he would see me as a woman and not a little girl ", she thought to herself as she sighed.

She wanted to be his perfect girl. She did not care if he was much older than her. She wanted him and she always got what she wanted.

She lay in bed as she looked at the ceiling and thought of him. She laughed and giggled as she made up scenarios in her head about him.

She was convinced that he was the love of her life. Like every girl of her age, she believed that no other boy wookelooked him or would make her feel the way she felt when she thought of him.

That night she dreamt of him. They had a lake house and they sat on the porch as she knitted and could hear the squeals of their children as they played in the water.

He looked up from his magazine and kissed her on the lips and she smiled.

The perfect fairytale