Chapter 6

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(Outfit of the day)

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(Outfit of the day)

(Outfit of the day)

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You can do it Thea. Just smile and nod it's all you have to do. She'll believe you as long as you look the part. If you look good on the outside no one would stop to question how you are on the inside because the truth is no one truly cares not even one single bit. It was painful to know that people all judged you based on your exterior and how most of your life depended on that if you were brought up like me.

You were told every day that you had to be perfect in order for someone to love you or you had to be perfect in order to get in to the right University. It all made me sick to my stomach just thinking about what we all had to go through nowadays. Society's preferences and standards had gone up so much that you had no choice but to try and fit into how they wanted you.

Fiddling with the lace of my boots nervously I chanted the same words in my head and your probably thinking this bitch has actually lost it but nope I lost it a while back to be quite honest, right now I was just trying to convince myself that I hadn't lost it and that I was ok because if I believed it maybe my therapist would believe it too.

Ever since I was 13 my assistant Chloe had booked me to see a therapist so when I took over papa's business my mental health would be in perfect shape but to be quite honest it wasn't working one single bit.

I wasn't quite good when it came to feelings I guess I got that from my mother when ever it came to that I'd just drink the thoughts away and nobody would ever have to know. The thought of people knowing the things that made me feel weak made my stomach stir in discomfort. I didn't want people's opinions to change on me just because they felt sorry for me. I wouldn't be able to stand it.

Giving my self one last glance in the mirror I replaced my pained expression with a tight smile. The mask that I had on every day for the past couple years never faltered yet for some reason I was still nervous every time I visited the therapist.

Clearing my throat I made my way to the back seat of the Bentley resting my arms on the awfully expensive leather as I took a sneaky sip of alcohol that I snuck into my purse.

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