I was nervous. I ran out of the kitchen. There, I saw Troy, already dressed in his expensive tuxedo, standing in front of our old grill. He was holding a bottle of lighter fluid, and over the burning coals, he was burning my yellow dress!
“Troy?! What are you doing?!” I screamed, trying to reach for my burning clothes, but he pushed me away hard.
“Don’t save that, Elena,” Troy said coldly and emotionlessly. “You’re like that too, like trash.”
“W-Why did you burn my clothes?! How can I come with you?!” I asked crying, unable to believe what he had done.
He looked at me from head to toe with intense disgust. “I burned you so I couldn’t be with you. Look at yourself, Elena. You smell like onions, your hands are rough, and you look like a maid! I’m Vice President now! My guests later will be CEOs, billionaires, and the children of politicians. You’re embarrassing. You’re a disgrace to my image.”
« Troy… I worked hard to get to your current position! I was the one who kept you alive when you didn’t have anything to eat! » I scolded, sobbing.
“Indebted? I pay you an allowance every month, don’t I?” he replied with a smile. He turned to me, adjusting his expensive watch. “You just stay at home. Wash the dishes. I invited another partner for the party—Vanessa, the daughter of one of the Board of Directors. She’s the one I’ll be with tonight. Don’t even try to go there, Elena, or I’ll drag you to the guards.”
He turned his back on me, got into his car, and drove away. I was left kneeling on the grass, crying as I watched my simple dress turn to ashes.
The Queen’s Awakening
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