book 1 of 3
ever since bianca 'b' prescott was born, she was told that she was the fairest of them all. and like any, the island's very own kook princess had a reputation- she was stubborn and shallow and most of all, she was a spoiled bitch. but ev...
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Bianca was never good at expressing her emotions through words so writing her Midsummer's speech was a trek and a half that called for time and effort she just didn't have. Lucky for her, she had three devoted serv- helper's to attend to her every physical, emotional and spiritual need.
"Are those last season's Choo's?" Bianca quipped as Peeler dropped off a small palm card of her speech while she was getting ready.
"No?" Peeler offered sheepishly, her toes turning inwards.
"You better get your shit together, Peels or I'm going to go all Naomi Campell on you," Bianca scowled, "And has anyone seen Sarah!?"
"Topper said he hasn't spoken to her since the cinema," Mitzy crouched at the girl's feet, adjusting the hem of her floor-length dress.
"She's probably getting ready for tonight too," Scarlet commented from the bed where she was shining Bianca's stilletos. None of the girls wanted to cross her when she was in a bad mood- she had been dreading seeing Rafe all day.
Bianca frowned at herself in the mirror- when she left for the cinema Sarah had run off with John B on their own treasure hunting adventure. She needed to get Sarah alone and speak to her– about the bag of coke she found in her dad's office, about the Royal Merchant gold, about JJ, about Rafe. But most of all, she just needed her best friend.
Bianca had Topper and Kelce- but they were Rafe's friends before they were her's. She'd isolated herself from every person except her boyfriend and his associates- even Sarah was his sister. She didn't want Peeler, Scarlet and Mitzy in her room helping getting ready, she needed Sarah.
Bianca turned to the girls in her room, "You guys can go now," She hummed, though her mind was wandering else where.
When she turned back to herself in the mirror, her satin slip dress flowed down to her feet, the afternoon sun glinting off the sable hue. Her hair in soft curls around her shoulders and a headband of pearls poised on the crown of her head.
Suddenly the door to her room opened again and Lydia sauntered in, dressed in her own maxi lavender dress with a white Valentino bag just as the three girls walked out.
"You look beautiful, darling," Lydia smiled softly, placing her hands on her daughter's shoulder, glancing at her through the mirror.
"Thank you, Mom," Bianca replied, a warmth spreading within her and she found herself leaning towards her mother's embrace.
"And I'm sure," Lydia continued, lifting the necklace that her boyfriend had gifted her from her beside table, "Rafe will say the same," She said as she placed the pendant around the girl's neck.
At the mention of her boyfriend's name Bianca's mood instantly turned sour, a frown etching it's way onto her glossed lips. She had to enter with him at the start of the ceremony– Ward Cameron was being honoured as the Lord of Rhododendron, but that was just the Island Club's excuse to throw the party.
"I noticed yesterday when he came over that he seemed a little upset," The older woman gave a pointed look through the mirror, "Said you two were going through a rough patch."
"He said that?" Bianca mumbled, watching through the mirror as her fingers graze the silver necklace that almost felt too constricting around her neck.
"I'm not stupid," Lydia hummed haughtily, tucking a strand of platinum hair back into her low bun, "I know that when a man comes home with jewellery, it's either an anniversary or an apology."
Bianca didn't respond, feeling her heart beat a little faster in her chest, "What are you saying?"
"Me and your father had discussed it," Lydia stepped back slightly, assessing her daughter in the mirror with narrowed eyes, "And we think it's best that you paste on a smile and deal with your love life tomorrow."
"What?" Bianca frowned, her eyebrows creased together. She knew what her mother was trying to say, she just didn't want to hear it.
"Your father has some business with Ward and I would like to continue to see Rose without having to worry about you two being on bad terms," Lydia glanced down at her manicure distractedly, "So it will be in all of our best interests that you do not break up with that boy."
And there it was- the confirmation she'd been waiting for- Bianca Prescott's soul had been signed away to Rafe Cameron ever since they started dating and this was their legally binding contract.
Bianca glanced at herself in the mirror once more- she was destined to marry, have kids, become old and eventually die in a rocking chair beside him. Fuck her hopes and dreams- it's not like it mattered anyway- she'd become a stay at home Mom, take over as the head of the Island Club someday, throw endless yacht parties, maybe dabble in social activism to put on a good face, realise it was all pointless and become and alcoholic by the age of thirty––
She wouldn't get to be crazy or reckless or do stupid things like break into offices in broad daylight only to be chased down by security guards and barely manage to escape because being a Prescott meant that you'd always have eyes on you- eyes that would glare if she put a nail out of line. But that's how it had always been, yesterday with JJ was just a one time thing, she'd never get to live like that and she had to stop believing as so.
Another another knock resounded form the door and Michael opened it, glancing between his wife who seemed completely nonchalant- although that could be the wine she'd pre-gamed earlier- and his daughter- who despite the small frown etched on her face seemed truly shattered inside at her recent revelation, "Ready?"
