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Thalia Prince (Chapter 1)

I knew it. I just knew I shouldn't have answered. Of course she'd react like this. I'm not surprised she's mad, just slightly annoyed by it. Who wants to answer a call from their mom when they know she's setting them up for an arranged marriage. But I digress. It's not like I expected much more from her anyway.

"Look mom I'm sorry I haven't been answering but-" and of course I was interrupted by her. "There is no but Thalia I expect you to answer whenever I call." Did this woman forget I have a job or what? I swear she forgets that I'm an adult. "Mom look-" and AGAIN she interrupted me from finishing my sentence. "Thalia I swear. This is why I shouldn't have let you move out. I told your dad we shouldn't let you but no." This is so frustrating. I can never speak my mind with her. Yet another reason that I moved out of the house and got a job. She never lets me speak for myself. And she wonders why I never show any of my emotions with her. It would just end up wearing me out.

"Mom I don't want to have another meeting with another girl when you and I both know it never works out. I don't want to be in a loveless relationship." I'm hoping and praying that she'll let this go but I just have this gut feeling that she won't leave it alone. "Now listen Thalia-" Whoop there it is. "It won't be a loveless relationship. I actually quite like this girl. And besides I don't think you get it. You don't have a choice. See you at 7pm for dinner." And that's it. She just hung up on me. She just blatantly told me that she doesn't care if I like them, that it only matters if she does. It's always been like this though. She'll say these types of things to me and then try to reconcile with me by explaining to me that she's only doing what's best for me. FOR ME.

I don't think she even understands what I want. As a matter of fact, I wouldn't be surprised if she didn't know what my favorite color is. I've always been closer to my dad. While yes he's overprotective he's nowhere near as controlling as she is. He lets me have some form of control in my life. Something that I'll always be grateful for. I don't know what I'd do without him.

Y'know, I've watched tangled and I know what a manipulative/fake mother is like. Not to be crude or anything but I definitely wouldn't be surprised if she wasn't my mom. I mean look at how Rapunzel's 'mom' reacted when Rapunzel wanted to leave the house. She tricked her and tried to keep her isolated. The real question is what could she possibly want from me. I have nothing of value to her. It's whatever though. This is all speculation. Maybe she's just a REALLY sucky mother but at least I have one. Some people aren't so fortunate.

And my father, whew. Yes, he gives me more freedom than her but really he’s no better. He will never go against my mom. To be honest he’s a weakling who never speaks up for himself. Anytime she degrades me or makes me feel like nothing he will just stand on the sidelines and watch. It hurts. Knowing that I would never be like that for someone I love and yet it’s exactly how my parents treat me.

It's hard, y'know. Wanting to be loved by the only people you've ever known. Yes, we have relatives but even then Mom would always keep me away from them. She's like the stepmother in Cinderella while I'm sitting here waiting for my fairy godmother to come and set me free. Except I don't want or need a prince charming. I just want my mystery girl.

Speaking of which, I know that me and her haven't quite talked but it is rather strange that I make her coffee every day and I don't know her name. Well, made now. I guess I never really thought about it. I mean the coffee shop isn't the most popular but we do have a steady flow of customers every day and yet I've never gotten her name.And now that I think of it, why does she come to the coffee shop every day? There are plenty in our city and it's not exactly like we serve the best coffee. And with the way she dresses, it seems that she could afford more than a cheap cup of coffee that probably doesn't even taste good. I wouldn't put it behind our boss to skimp on fresh ingredients and buy cheaper ones instead. Oops, I meant former boss. I just can't get over that. Is it bad that I'm finally free from that jerk? Absolutely not. I just wish it didn't happen in front of her. And there are just so many questions I have for her.

Why is she coming to this specific shop? And why does she come every single day? What was the purpose? Was it just for coffee or something more? What's her job? How come I've never seen her anywhere? If she's in a wealthy family my parents would probably know them and we can’t forget about paparazzi, they would be all over her. So why haven't we met before? There's just so much running through my mind. I know literally nothing about her except for her coffee order. She just comes in, gets her coffee, and then leaves. She's never in a rush though always taking her time.

“I watch too much criminal minds.” I sigh to myself subtly shaking my head.

She's just so beautiful. I wish I knew more about her.

It's whatever now though. I might as well forget about it seeing as my mother is smitten with the woman she's set me up with. She might as well just date her herself. I just wish, with all of my heart, that I'll get to speak with her someday. I don't want to give up on my chance for love. I want to take her out at night and stargaze, go and explore abandoned buildings, or just take midnight drives cruising down the road and shouting out our favorite songs. And I know that for some, love at first sight is something false and pretentious and rooted in falling for someone's looks, but for me, I would give anything to be able to hold her, and kiss her and tell her I love her. I want to feel loved, and cherish her, make her laugh, and see her smile. I would love to be the one to make her happy.

But I don't even know if I'll ever get the chance. And I don't know if I could live with myself knowing that the one person I want in my future isn't in my life because I was too scared to talk to her. I have no friends here. No life here. What is it about her that has me so crazy for her? I just don't understand. What is going on? Why do I feel like this? We've never even talked before. “Whatever.” I say dismissing my thoughts. I better start looking for an outfit, goodness knows how pompous the person I'm going to meet is. Man do I wish I was with my mystery girl. But I will be soon. When I let myself drift away into sleep is when I will be with her again.

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Thalia Prince

Prologue

I’ve always known I was different. Whether it was from my random outburst of anger, the weird feeling of emptiness and emotionlessness I felt, or the disconnect of feelings and emotions I had even with my parents. Oh and the worst part of all, the fact that I couldn’t see color. And by couldn’t I mean past tense. I don’t know why but one day for some inexplicable reason I could see color for the first time. And I have never, not once taken that for granted. But that’s a story for later.

Unfortunately for me even with all of the appreciativeness I feel for mother earth I’m still tired and bored of my life. Luckily for me today is going to be different, I just know it. My days are usually boring and mundane. I work a nine to five job at the coffee shop. Maybe I get a break in the middle of it and maybe I don't. I'll walk home from work, eat, watch TV, most likely Wynnona Earp, and then go to sleep, dreaming about a different world. It’s a never ending cycle of depression and I’m absolutely sick of it. Not to mention the owner of the coffee shop is a low-life.

No seriously he creeps me out. And he's not someone I think any woman would feel safe being alone with. Do you know that feeling that you get when someone’s watching you? When the hairs at the back of your head stand up and you get goose bumps all over your skin? That’s the feeling I get when he looks at me. I think the only thing that really makes my day better is the girl that comes in everyday at 12pm like clockwork. She's amazing. The feeling of pure jubilation everytime I see her never ceases to surprise me. I’ve never felt as much emotion than I have with her before, well other than when I’m berating myself.

She has light mocha skin that looks soft to the touch and light brown curly hair. She has beautiful hazel eyes that makes it look like she's staring into your soul and a sharp jawline that would make James Bond feel ashamed. She's tall, maybe around 5'10, and she always comes in wearing a nice suit. She’s most likely very wealthy based on the high quality she wears everyday.

Well, at least it’s not one of those Gucci outfits people wear on the runway. How in the world do we call that fashion? Anyways, I’ve never gotten the courage to say anything more than what I have before. The same routine words including "Hey welcome back, may I take your order?" and “ Have a nice day!” Yep. The only time I've talked to her is when I was taking her order. Depressing, I know.

She's just so intimidating. Imagine meeting a woman as beautiful as this because I don't think I ever have. Her sharp jawline although beautiful makes her look so intimidating and unapproachable and her eyes although bright look incredibly dull. I know that seems contradictory but if you saw her you’d understand. And maybe just maybe I'll say something to her today. I just have a feeling it's gonna be a good day.

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Okay so I may have been wrong.

Apparently hitting your boss who is sexually harassing you isn't work appropriate. Huh, who knew? It's not my fault though. I may be small but you surely won't get away with touching me without my consent. And okay maybe the mystery girl was there when I got fired today but who cares.

Okay that was a lie again. I care. I am SO embarrassed. Getting fired in front of your crush should make the Guinness world record for the most embarrassing moment. Like c'mon give a girl a break. Do y'all think I got a nice apartment and enough to sustain it working at a coffee shop?!

Okay so maybe I do? It's not my fault I have rich parents. I am Thalia Prince, only child to the richest family in the country and 3rd richest worldwide. I'm 21 years old and I've been sheltered all my life. And while it's nice to know that my parents care, I now have no real life experience out in the real world.

I’m not naive or stupid but socially or culturally I have no idea what the world is like. I want to go out and explore the world. Learn new things and languages. Eat new types of food. But now I'm a socially awkward person because I never had any friends. And I know it’s strange to be working at a coffee shop if my family is really that rich. Well here’s the thing, I wanted as much freedom from them as I could get.

I love my parents, I really do, but they can be extremely protective.This begs the question, do they accept my sexuality? The answer to that is a big fat NO! They told me that whatever I am feeling is just a phase and that they would help me get through this hard time. Who do they think they are! What is my sexuality anyways? I’ve never really been able to figure this out and yet I’m certain that I’m not attracted to men. Well actually, I’m not attracted to anyone but my mystery girl. I guess you could say I’m mystery girl sexual. Hehehe. Of course I couldn't just tell my parents that so I just said that I’m lesbian. Okay sorry, I got off track there for a minute.

Every so often my parents will try and set me up with some girl from another rich family. Yes, I like girls, but I don't think that I could ever want anyone other than my mystery girl. I mean, I think mystery girl is wealthy and everything but every single time I visit my parents I get disappointed. Even though I know I most likely won't ever see her there it hurts knowing that I may never get a chance with her. What if my parents find someone they truly like. Then I'll be engaged with someone I don't like and I'll never get my chance with her. This is so frustrating.

Anddddd now I have to walk home early. In the cold. It's autumn and the wind is blowing a lot. It’s so loud that I can hear the sound of it whistling past as it blows my hair around. The leaves crunch under my feet as I stroll down the path to get to my house. The sound of the leaves crunching is my favorite. It's so calming and relaxing. I listen to the stream flowing right beside me as I watch the birds fly overhead to migrate away from the cold. I almost fall over from the strong winds as I struggle to keep my balance. It's not my fault my body's so small.

After I finally get home I unlock the door to get into my house and walk over to the couch. I sit on my couch to contemplate a lot. It's my thinking place. Envisioning things I want to happen between me and my mystery girl knowing that it probably won’t happen.

Just as I finally decided to stop wallowing in self-pity I got a call. My eyes darkened slightly and the color drained from my face as I saw the name pop up onto my screen.

Mom.

Now for most of you that may not be all that scary but I already know what she's calling for. I've been avoiding her calls for a while. I know how controlling she can be when it comes to these things and I wanted to ignore it for as long as I could. "Hello?" I say into the phone knowing I'm going to be disappointed and frustrated by what I hear from her.

A/N : Hey guys this is my first story so if you guys have any advice on how to make my writing better it would be appreciated. I don't expect for many people to read this but If you don't like the Lgbtq+ community please leave. I have no time to deal with Bigots. I am in high-school so please be patient with my updates. I will try to update every week and sometimes I may double update but please just be patient with me this is my first story.

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