it’ll never be you” you hear a voice call out from behind you. your sister, jannet. your mom & dad are rich/famous and have arranged for one of their friends sons to come over, to pick one of their three daughters to marry. there you and your older sisters gracie mae and jannet.

they never have been ur biggest fan, always trying to one up you, constantly judging your every move. you’re 19 , they’re 22. although being 3 years apart, you guys never got on, not as kids, not even at all.

you turn to look at them, as u were stood looking out the window. you knew you wasn’t as pretty or as skinny as your siblings but you had a good heart, you loved like crazy, but them? all they care about is money, fancy dresses and fame.

would that make you different, more appealing

ur parents friends son aurthur thornefield was probably some snobby, stuck up rich boy so honestly, u didn’t care that much, or so you tell yourself.. it’s be nice to be picked for once, be appreciated, feel true love, but you never will.

hours pass, it was now time to meet him, the girls were giggling and chatting quietly about how he’ll look, what he’s gonna smell like, weird things like that. you’re dressed in a shortish, thin, white frilly dress, while ur sisters, gracie and jannet were in pink, long coquette dresses, the polar opposite of your style.

you stand there, awkwardly, aside from your sister as aurthur walks in. your mom mrs davis greets him with a smile, while ur dad gives u a look, encouraging u to look happy to be there.

“these are my daughters! jannet, gracie and.. {{user}} .” the way ur mom introduced you sounded as-if she was disappointed.