Chapter 4 Celeste Family

A bird is seen cleaning its feather on a tree branch; the view shifts, and we now see ourselves facing the window as a dress is pulled along it.

Lucille pulled the remaining ending of her dress; the dress was purple with some ash of brown; it was buffy and big, as Lucille had trouble walking in it.

She huffed, annoyed, as she let the dress fully fall to the ground. It was a headache having to pull this junk of disgrace everywhere with her whenever she was going to the dining room.

Would it kill them to at least borrow her scissors and trim it down to size?

The wind blew by, and Lucille covered her shoulder. The cold was getting to her as she was soaked by the maids who came to drag her out of her room.

She groaned and pulled her soaked hair back as we now see the place she was now placed.

It was a big hall, the hall of the celeste, as a lion crest adorned the center of the hall.

The hall was large, as pictures filled the hall from left to right of the formal leaders and family of the celeste family.

Lucille moved through the hall, dragging her dress along as she passed frame from frame. It was hypocrites.

How could they place their pictures on walls of great men and women, taking their place?

She glared at one of the pictures, a frown replacing her smile as she glared daggers at it.

It was the picture of the Lord, her father, Darian Celeste. He had the silver brown hair like her but looked younger in this picture.

Lucille huffed as she strolled away; she could glare and insult him in her head throughout dinner, but she better be on her way.

Not really in the mood of bumping into someone. She hurried down the hall and stopped at a big door. It was sliver and brown in color with gold handles. There were two guards stationed outside, and when Lucille neared, they snickered.

Lucille noticed their laughter towards her but shook it off. This wasn't the first time she had to go through this.

As she moved to open the door, one of the guards stopped her, his smile a torment to his ugly face.

"Miss Lucille, your looking marvelous today," stated the gaurd as the other eyed her from up to down, checking out her figure.

Lucille gave the gaurd a glare as he moved to touch her shoulder. She growled and slapped his hand away.

"You filth, don't touch me! How dare you use those hands of yours to touch the royal body?" Shouted Lucille as she gave the gaurds a deadly glare.

The guard scrolled in anger as he moved closer to her. "How dare I? You're nothing but a dirty beggar that crawled her way into this household."

"If it wasn't for the Lord deciding to take you in and make you a princess, you would have been ours for the taking," stated Gaurd 1 in delight, only for Gaurd 2 to stop him.

"Forget it; she'll be sold off to an old geezer anyway." Her looks are just for entertainment," stated Gaurd 2 as he smirked at her before opening the door.

Lucille felt disgusted but didn't allow her expression to show, as she immediately turned emotionless.

She took her dress by the hedge and walked into the room. The door closed with a big bang, gaining the attention of everyone in the dining room.

Lucille swallowed; the whole family was already gathered, and it seemed it was only her that was remaining.

She masked her expression and moved to sit in an empty chair at the edge of the table, away from the other occupants.

The Lord was watching her movement before glancing away. Her father, the Lord of the Celeste, was a broad and big man. He looked beautiful and handsome in his portrait, but the figure in front of her was as big as a pig.

His body was so big that the clothes could not hide the much weight he had gained over the years if being stuffed with food by his dearly beloved.

"You've finally decided to join us; I thought you would have hanged yourself by now and saved us the trouble," a voice said as Lucille looked to it. The voice belonged to a woman with black hair and purple eyes; she was dressed in purple and had a fan covering her face as another woman sat beside her.

Mari Celeste was Mark's twin sister but took the hair and eye color of her mother, Brenda Huroi, from the Houri family of the east.

It was through an arranged marriage that she and the lord got married. She sat beside the Lord and was content with enjoying her meal, but Lucille noticed the glare she sent to her every 20 seconds.

Yes, she was a vermin in your eyes; you didn't have to tell me every 50 seconds.

Lucille huffed as she took her fork up and proceeded to eat; she froze and dropped it back.

She forgot why she was here. A dinner for a family; it was more of a dinner for the celeste family and for the dirty half born to watch. An audience is what they'll call her, as all she had to do was sit down and watch them eat their food on a hungry stomach.

She wanted to smirk looking at her empty plate.

Mark was sitting at the left hand of his father as he played with a ball. It was rude to have items on the table when dinnering, but father, or should I say the scumbag, had never really reputed or punished him for it.

She growled, Hypocrites.

She looked up only to see Mark smirking at her; his smile was always a bad thing, as she knew he had a sinister idea brewing up in his empty and twisted mind.

"Father," he asked, and right then Lucille regretted letting him finish that sentence.

"Isn't it time Lucille got married?"