Eleanor's life is not exactly pleasant. She works for rich men, has to do all kinds of odd jobs, and if she does anything wrong she gets beaten, or worse. The men tell her that her parents left her, and they had debts to them and therefore Eleanor h...
As soon as I walked into the kitchen I had it figured out before I saw her. I smelled a feminine perfume, a very punishing perfume that I think poisoned the air. Then I heard the high pitched irritating giggles of a much too high pitched female voice, and as I got closer I noticed her blonde hair-which was clearly dyed-and her pink clothes. Well clothes, it looked even more like a bikini than clothes.
Anastasia, that's how she introduced herself when I took a seat over her at the table. She had a round baby face with lots of makeup on, and fake eyelashes. I mean make-up can look really good on people, and if it makes them feel good and comfortabble then that's all okay. But just get products that dit you, i mean i don't know a lot about make-up. Well i don't even know a thing about it, but i do know that you are not supossed to look orange. Still I'm jealous of people who can do make-up maybe i'll ask emilio if he knows how to do it. But she looked at me with a look that I didn't like, as if she preferred that I wasn't there. As if I were turning into dust. Anastasia got all the attention at the dinner table, everyone was glued to her lips to hear her stories. Stories that weren't even interesting and were patently fabricated. They were so enthralled in Anastasia that they didn't even scoop food onto my plate. I felt a stab of jealousy inside me, Anastasia getting more attention than I ever got from my brothers. And she looks as fake as a $1 plastic barbie doll.
At least I thought everyone was interested by Anastasia. Riccardo -who was forced to sit next to me by Anastasia- scooped food onto my plate. He didn't even look at her, he just looked at his plate of food and sometimes at mine. He didn't even laugh when the rest of his brothers -even Lorenzo- were laughing at what Anastasia said. He didn't answer when Anastasia wanted his attention and asked a question of him. All he seemed to care about was getting out of here as soon as possible, which is what I want too. Yet when his plate was empty and he looked at my still full plate, he poured more water into his glass and remained seated at the table. As if he didn't want to leave me alone?
It was all about Anastasia, as if they instantly forgot about me as soon as they smelled her perfume. Her poisonous perfume that probably poisoned the world and polluted all the air. I don't even know what it smells like only that I never want to smell the fragrance again. Everything was about Anastasia.
"Anastasia do you need a drink?"
"Anastasia tell another story,"
"Anastasia would you like some more salt?"
"Anastasia what do you do for work?"
"Anastasia you are very funny."
Everything revolved around Anastasia. And i hated it. I know i can't judge, i dont know her, but something - everything - about her gave me red flags.
Tomorrow I start school, and somewhere I expected my brothers to ask irritating questions about tomorrow. Whether I was nervous, whether I had already made my book bag , whether I was looking forward to it, whether I had questions, whether my uniform was already ready. But no, all they cared about was Anastasia and her fantastic stories. They didn't even wish me luck.
I take the last bite from my plate and before I even swallow it Riccardo gets up, grabs his plate and then mine and puts it in the dishwasher. That's sweet.
"Are you leaving?" Anastasia asks, blinking her eyes a little too often.
"Yes, I have to get up early tomorrow to take Eleanor to school," with that he walks toward the kitchen door before turning and looking at me. "That means you have to go to bed early too missy," I quickly get up from my chair and we leave the kitchen. Once the kitchen door is closed and we are out of earshot I breathe a sigh of relief.
"Thank you," I smile small at Riccardo, but he doesn't look at me and just walks on.
"Go to sleep Eleanor, " he says before disappearing from sight. Did he just save me from the plastic barbie doll?
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