Chapter 2: The other side..

On the opening of the huge metal gates of the mansion, one could clearly observe the richness of the place. Huge green land surrounded Château de Rosseau as the car drove through the side. A huge fountain in the front surrounded by a circle of red roses. The mansion was quite extensive but it also had that tint of moderness in it, a beauty in concrete. The huge glass windows, so large to welcome any ray of sun. The grey walls of the mansion leaned to the light as if they were sketched beautifully ready to soak that warmth inside them.

The car stopped at the entrance as the bodyguard went out and opened the door for Ara. She stepped out of the black Bayerische Motoren Werke, "Thank you, Uncle Moulin." she smiled at him politely as he bowed and lead him inside.

Ara spotted her mother on the front stairs, discussing about some matters with her assistant. Soon, she finished and noticed Ara waiting near the stairs.

Mrs. Rosseau walked down the stairs with head held high. Her beautiful features and green eyes looking so intimidating that anyone could feel weak under her sharp gaze. Her dark brown hair, which Ara inherited from her, were pulled up in a neat bun.

Everything about this lady screamed 'professionalism'.

"Hello Mother..." Ara said when Mrs. Rosseau finally reached near her. She hummed in response.

"How are studies going?" Mrs. Rosseau said while looking straight at Ara as she hung her head low. "They are going great..." Ara replied still looking down at the floor.

"Good... " Mrs. Rosseau said while turning around making Ara follow her to the huge office room. "Some guests will be coming this weekend and I want you on your best behaviour in front of them."

"Yes mother..." Ara said while looking at her mother who was facing the window.

"They also have a son about your age. I want you to stay close to him." she turned to Ara. Ara hesitated but still replied with a small okay.

"Now go and fresh up. It's time for your Spanish lessons.." she turned again as Ara nodded and turned to leave.

On exiting the office, Ara closed her eyes and let out the breath she was holding for quite a while now. She looked down and smiled painfully.

She had always been treated like a mannequin, a doll, who should know nothing but obedience. Only a few people in her life treated her like a human being and that list definitely did not contain her mother. It's not that her mother didn't care about her, she did, but the part where she treats her own daughter like nothing but an object is also true.

They used to be a happy family. Just like any other family, they used to spend time together, love and understand each other and get on well together. They used to....

.....until Mr. Rosseau died in a plane crash.

Everything changed after that. Nothing was the same.

Ara's brown eyes teared up remembering about how perfect they used to be before her father died.

"Only if you were here...."Ara whispered in a low tone as lone tear managed to escape from her eye but she wiped it off before it could reach her jawline. She exhaled deeply and made her way to her room.