MARLA'S POV
I really believe I've been a good person. Not perfect - forget about perfect - but just learning by what I was taught and living by my own values. I might have stepped on a few ants - and a few other things as well - but I've never hurt anybody.
I never risked the unusual, I always settled for the ordinary. An ordinary person who has been blessed with extraordinary opportunities and experiences. Today is one of those experiences.
My father was my teacher, and savior. But most importantly he was a great dad and played a great mother figure. I try to live my life like my father lives his. He always takes care of everyone else first. He won't even start eating until I've started eating. Another thing: My father never judges me by whether I win or lose. He loves me for who I am.
Today I was going to show him that all his effort of teaching me and growing old to witness me do something with the knowledge he had provided me would come to use.
I liked being a strong independent woman, and to be honest, I was never afraid to be on my own. I wanted to be an independent woman, a women who could run her own life - and I became that woman. There was a time when men thought it was sexy to have a housewife waiting for him to come home from work in her slippers, but in modern society, I think and independent woman is even more sexy.
I graduated from college with a Business and Finance Degree. I worked with great people to open up a business. Great people have great values and ethics. In the end after hard work, perseverance, learning, studying, sacrifice and most of all, love of what I was learning to do, I succeeded.
I opened up Peak's Gowns. Drawing is the only thing I've found in which I can lose myself completely. I It started as something that relaxed me, but now it's a struggle because I'm pushing myself. The day-to-day sketching is fraught. But, I prefer drawing to talking. Drawing is faster, and leaves less room for lies.
I wanted to make a living out of it.
Peak's Gowns was having its opening today.
I was startled by the sudden knock on the door. Moments later strolled in my dad. Taking in his appearance. The puffiness under his eyes hinting that he had either worked late or was excited and had stayed up later than usual. His freshly trimmed beard giving his appearance a youthful inquire. His feature were like mine. I smiled sheepily as he took in my wardrobe. A red evening gown was covering my bodice, fitting in all the right places. "Marla, you look just like you mother."
I let out a deep groan. I miserable hated being reminded of her. I despised looking at the reflection that stared back everytime. It resembled her. Her black eerie eyes, that could kill. Her frame that made humanity think she was a goddess.
She wasn't a goddess she was the polar opposite of that.
I was pulled out of my train of thought as I felt a husky hand brush up against mine. "Let's head out." I nodded in approvement as watched him pull out of the room. It's now or never.
The gala was wonderous. Design's posted all around. This made me giddy. Making it this far felt new, it felt marvelous. "Marla, couple words you would like to adress?" I looked towards the voice. Knowing what he had meant I made my way up the grand stairs.
When I reached the top I looked over the edge, staring below. That's a handful of people. Wow.
"May I get your attention please?" Seconds passed before the squirrelly chittering simmered down. Bead's of sweat formed on my forehead. The edge of the rail felt warm. I was hyperventilating. "Uh...I..I want to start of by saying thank you. Thank you for being taking time off your day to appear at this event. Thank you for all those, for making this dream a reality, and tha---." I was cut off by the loud blast. Every eye darted towards the door.
Fear washed over me.
