Tattooed

13

Once I arrived at the mansion, I sprinted to my room like my life depended on it.

I was so frustrated from today's events, and although all I wanted to do was crawl up in bed and watch a movie or play genshin till my fingers rot.

But I knew I needed to go shopping and update my wardrobe.

My only issue was that I had no money.

Though I'm sure Mr. King mentioned something about a credit card...

Right on cue I heard a knock on my door and I went to open it, silently praying it wasn't any of my step-siblings.

Instead in front of me stood Marc, holding up a simple black walet.

"Good afternoon Miss Ivy. I was informed you had returned from school and have come to keep you company. How was your day?"

"Um... I didn't die so I guess decent."

Marc chuckled at my not so funny statement.

"Good to know. Mr. King said I should hand this to you; it contains about 5 credit cards all connected to numerous accounts in case of any issues. If you need more he said you should alert him."

I managed to have the decency not to gape in shock and just held the simple black wallet delicately.

"You know what? I think I'd like to go shopping right now."

Marc raised his eyebrows.

"Right now? In your uniform? Why don't you change first?"

"Nevermind that, let's go!"

   
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"Miss," Marc called out to me as I fingered a cute looking purse.

"Ivy." I corrected.

"Er yes, Ivy,"

"Yeah?"

"With all due respect, do you know exactly what to shop for?"

I felt my cheeks redden and I turned to him, pouting.

"Well yes."

"Then why have you been looking at this same purse for ten minutes?"

"Um..."

"Do you require my assistance?"

"Sure, why not." I replied, because truthfully I needed help.

I didn't know where to start, as most of my clothes were either my mom's, dad's, or donations. I rarely bought new clothes so I wasn't very good at shopping.

Marc grabbed my left hand to pull me, probably to another shop when I felt a jolt of pain, reminding me of my unfortunate injury.

Honestly though I was such an idiot, how does someone forget their own injury??

Shrieking, I pulled my hand away from him and cradled it to my chest.

He shot me an alarmed look, and his eyes narrowed on my hand.

"Ivy, what happened to your hand?"

"Um... Someone just accidentally stepped on my hand. That's all."

He rose an eyebrow. " Do I need to report this to Mr. and Mrs. King?"

"No!" I exclaimed, almost shouting.

I already felt inferior to all of them, I didn't want them to think I was getting bullied or something and couldn't handle myself.