♔ Kenzie the Queen ♔ Mackenzie's Perspective ✧

I come out of my bedroom to show my mother and maid the current dress I'm in. I've tried on over thirty already.

"Why can't I pick one that I like? After all, it's my party." I sneer. From my outburst last night, everyone was so angry at me and they just pretty much ignored whatever I said after that. I don't even wait for mother to answer me, I just click my heels away.

She lined up a couple dresses in my room, but I snag one that caught my eye that was in a bag on the floor. It's a short white one shoulder dress and I'm sure my mother will hate it. I love it, no matter what she says. I walk down and I hear the tailor gasp.

"That's absolutely stunning." My mother's mouth forms a straight line. "That's not one I picked for you." She says, calm… for now.

"I really like it mother. It's my party, and I'll do what I want to." I smile and turn to the tailor. "I'll take this one." I smile.

We go upstairs to change back into my skirt and blouse and I hang the dress in my closet. I try and help her with putting the dresses back in her bag, but she stops me. "You shouldn't be helping me." She said.

"I want to. I hate having people doing things for me, I can do them myself." She smiles. "You're a lot different than your family.You're… nice." She leaves with her bag and I flop onto my couch.

Just three more days until my party. I can't handle it. I need food. Food calms me down. I would go and get it, but I'm so wrung out from my mother. I call with the cell phone my family doesn't know I have and order tons of things. Once they arrive I realized I got too much food. I call Sam and ask if he wants to share it with me.

"Holy sh*t." He gasps.

"You're just one little girl. How can you eat this much?" I put down my third slice of pizza.

"I think you can guess. Eat some." We both end up laying on my bed, looking at my ceiling. "I have to go, your parents can't see this." I nod sadly. "Bye."

(A/N)

little update :)

*updating tomorrow*