Hello readers! Here is what many of you are asking for. This is the first entry to my new thriller. I have the plot planned out, but will not give you any ideas as to what happens. Let’s just say that it is definitely a thriller. Maybe the suspense will keep you reading! 🙂 Feel free to rate, comment, or whatever else. Just please be cool and do not replicate any of this without my permission. So, without further ado, here is #1 of Arabella’s Destiny. Enjoy! ❤
Arabella was asleep in her bed and woke to the clacking of heels coming down the hard wood floors. Click, clack, click, clack, click, clack. It was a quick repetitious sound that was far worse than the morning melody of an army reveille played by an off key marching band. She let out a deep sigh, as she listened to the click, clacks near her door. The click, clacks stopped outside her door and Arabella heard the brass doorknob slowly turn. She took in another sigh as she knew this was the moment she had to transform into the perfect woman, and most importantly, the perfect daughter.
Clara Wetterman, Arabella’s mother, came strolling into Arabella’s bedroom followed by the sound of her click, clacks announcing her arrival. She was dressed in a properly pressed magenta knee length dress and flawless hair and makeup. Typical mother, thought Arabella. Clara opened up the curtains in Arabella’s room and let in the sunlight, blinding Arabella. Arabella quickly covered her head with her blankets and groaned. “Arabella Mae Wetterman! It is morning. Time to get up so we can get off to work. Get out of bed this instant!” Arabella sighed and pulled the blanket off her head, “Yes, mother. I will get up this instant.” “Wonderful. We have a big day ahead of us at the store today.” Clara said with great enthusiasm. Arabella groaned, “Isn’t every day a big day for you?” Clara gave Arabella a death glare as she pursed her lips, “Arabella! You have such an attitude today! What is with you? I demand you drop that attitude.” Arabella nodded. She knew better than to fight her mother, “Yes, mother. I am sorry.” Clara went up to Arabella. She bent down and kissed Arabella’s forehead as Arabella got a whiff of her overwhelmingly sweet floral perfume. Arabella routinely kissed Clara’s cheek back, “Good morning mother.” “Good morning. Now, up, up, up!” Clara said as she clapped with each “up” to add emphasis.
Arabella heaved herself out of bed and stood before her mother. Unlike her mother, she had brown hair, blue eyes, was a little pudgy, and did NOT like mornings. Clara nodded in approval of Arabella getting out of bed and headed toward the door saying. “Like I said, we have a big, big, BIG, day ahead of us!” Arabella mockingly mimicked the same words behind her mother’s back. “I’ll see you in a few! Now, get going!” Clara said as she closed the door behind her. Arabella put her hand to her head and groaned. She would have given anything to crawl back into bed and sleep for another half hour, but as Clara’s perfect daughter that was absolutely not a possibility.
Arabella quickly showered as she thought about being a 25-year-old single woman who still lived with her mother. Pathetic, absolutely, horribly, terribly pathetic. Thought Arabella. But, moving out was not an option for her. Clara Wetterman was the founder of the famous, elegant, and overwhelming expensive Wetterman clothing line. Actresses, female politicians, socialites, and models died to wear Clara’s designs. As the sole child of Clara, Arabella was the only heir to the Wetterman line. Ever since birth, Arabella was destined to become the ruler of the Wetterman empire. There was no other option. Clara had taught Arabella the ways of designing clothes, putting on fashion shoes, and perfectly fitting the female body. Clara also made it perfectly clear that Arabella was to get married to a proper man (preferably of noble social standing), produce perfect children, and take over the Wetterman clothing line. It certainly wasn’t her dream, but it was her destiny.
If you like this story and want to continue reading, you can find part 2 here.