Flora

Three years ago...

It was a beautiful spring day. The luxurious room was filled with the fragrance of Lavender. The room was as same color as lavender and lavender lights were hung from the top of the ceiling giving the room a genZ vibe.

Point to be noted that the girl owing the room was a lavender lover. The girl sat on the bed and worked on her iPad with her new project on Procreate.

She was designing a dress requested by her client.

Although it was almost unknown to people that the LAVENDER brand existed, Pinterest helped her brand get some recognition. Her family didn't know about her secret work, if they knew, she could guarantee that they would demotivate her to the extent that her passion would be crumpled. Therefore starting from zero was better than starting with cunning mosquitoes ready to suck blood at any moment.

She was pursuing her study in law which was considered the best job for her by her so-called family members, or precisely the best job to show off to the competitor of the business world.

The Adam family head was the grandfather of Flora, Sebastian Adam. More than family, he was the dictator of all. People feared him more than they loved him or respected him. Flora was no less.

She feared him the most and therefore was the least favorite grandchild. And to earn his favor she was raised to be perfect in every field by her family.

She eventually did everything but gained nothing in return. Neither his time nor his love.

Now, she hated him more than she feared him.

He finds fault in everything she does. Sometimes she feels like her birth to this family was a curse rather than a blessing.

Once a few years back, he lashed out his anger at her as breaking his least vase and mocked her for being the only murderer of the family.

'Least favourite', yeah!

A murderer because her mother took her last breath as she lost her life while giving birth to Flora. Instead of having sympathy for the girl who grew up without a mother, they picked on her and bullied her so much that she didn't feel like a need of this family.

She withered like a flower and hid behind the soil after decomposition. And she realized existence was the only reason for her to be alive.

She was never alive. She just existed.

But since she started her new business, she grew a little confident when people praised her products. A little praise is all that a person needs to gain confidence.

Back to the current state, a piece of light music was played in the background while Flora sat on the chair doing her work.

She stared at the croquis she had just drawn and looked satisfied.

Now that things left were the materials.

She was just lucky that no one was interested in checking other people's parcels. That was one of the rare pieces of privacy everyone got.

Clicked and done!!

Flora took a deep breath and stressed her hands to relieve some pressure from her body.

"Flora!", while stressing she heard her father's voice yelling from outside her door.

She quickly jumped out of the chair and rearranged the equipment and her law book to create a perfect display, of her studying rather than doing some other work.

She jumped towards the door before another knock could have been made.

"Yes Father, May I help you with something?"

Flora knew that her father never cared, (although she knew he cared.) about her even if a bulger enters her room and shoots her. He would care about his safety and will remain in his room until the drama is over. An eventual scared-cat!

"Your grandfather is holding a family gathering with the Miller family and you are cordially invited."

"Me?"

Her father took a breath before answering in a whisper, "Yes."

Both the father-daughter pair knew that Sebastian was so cruel that he would never invite Flora. The reason behind, he didn't want her to embarrass him.

'All I needed is your presence for my status, built with blood and sweat to drown in the ocean of shame. Today is the last event you will ever attend. DO. YOU. UNDERSTAND.?'

These were the exact words Sebastian Adam, AKA the head of the family, spoke to her nine years ago. And this cruel statement was carved into her body with an iron carver. And the scars furnished by them were still fresh.

"Why would he?"

"Do you think your grandfather care to explain anything to us?", he questioned her, which answer was obvious, NO.

"Get ready, or else you know the consequences both of us will need to face."

"Time?"

"Before 2 pm."

"Okay."

Flora closed the door behind and looked at the clock. It was twelve past thirty minutes.

'It's going to be a tough day', Flora let out a sigh as she thought about what her grandfather was up to.

She already took a bath in the morning but still took a short shower. Showering is the time when you get intrusive thoughts.

'What if that old monster is calling me to cut off ties between me and the Adams family?'

'What if he is hiring a hitman to kill in his house?'

'What if I again mess up in his Villa?'