would blame this on her. He would blame her for making

ort straight hair an

not like I'm ugly, so it wasn't my fault in any way. Gosh! Now

n the phone. She knew he'd come for her after the call and sh

r. And she tried to look more presentable. Her efforts were futile as she was stil

r. Her father, Edward Whitney, was a bald, fat man in h

eeting." He rasped out, giving her a

edge. By the time they got to her father's study, her Mom and twin sister were already there. No one had rem

woman in her early fifties. She had an hourglass figure and it was so obvious that she passed down her genes to Valerie. They l

s tall and petite. She had short, blazing red hair and a button nose with a good sprinkle o

t at Wit Builders. She had only appeared in the tabloid once when her face had been captured at a ball. Her reputatio

do they even get these headlines from?!" Va

rtant issues at hand." Her father scolded

in this family?" He began his

lowed hard. Her father was already blaming h

that you've followed that rule

ly normal that the paparazzi would be attracted to me too." Val screeched again, as she filed her press-on nail

r from me, but that would be impossible if

no other reason, besides the good reputation you have managed to retain, Bailey. So why

roval. She was the forgotten child, she had to grovel for their attention and the only way to do that w

old. I never fought against that decision because it was for

d you think Carlos Aston just decided not to marry you for no reason? It's because you ar

ays wanted to outshine each other and so far, Val had done

ded to 'live a little', probably because of that tomboy you spend so much time wit

usly. Bailey sensed that her little

ulged, looking pleased with herself for spilling that piece of inform

n laying him all along." Valerie said, standing. She was ready

nguage." Her fa

can't even say it! You're a bitch, Bailey. I hate you!" Valeri

take a break from work and we were not having an affair. We dated for

s crumbling on the inside. She had just lost the last hope

omplaining that my daughter was too forward with him and all but pushed herself on him. If a wo

re thinking, Dad. I

er dream man and yet you couldn't even get him. You'r

ppy when Mr Aston had named his condition for helping them as marriage. But their happ

everyone to be silent as he answered the phone. After a few seconds, his face broke into a smile as he spoke

back on. Tomor