Thrash Family

''Like I said, your fare is free. We are free from the shackles of Prince Bane and this is my way of celebrating our freedom. If only the other seven kingdoms can experience the joy that we in Magus are experiencing, I guess it would be more wholesome.'' The driver said that and hurried away from the car after locking it. He went to join in the celebrations.

Ask for Margaret's foster family, since they were as cruel as Prince Bane, they didn't care if they were ruled by him or not, that was why they didn't bother to attend the much anticipated union in the first place, and Constance only attended because she was looking forward to an excuse to being with her reckless boyfriend.

The family slowly walked towards the occasion and tried to see for themselves.

''The place is too rowdy. I don't think we can ever get a good look now. I can't see past anyone's head here.'' Constance' mother was the first to complain.

Constance father was still too stunned to make sense of what was happening, so he was quiet for most of the time. On the other hand, he hoped that his daughter was telling lies, or at least, she didn't see properly the first time.

''Dad, can you see? You are taller than us.'' Constance asked her father, but she didn't get a reply from the man. He just kept on looking ahead of him.

"Let's go through the back. Hopefully the guards will let us in if we say that we are Margaret's family." Constance mother suggested and looked at her husband, waiting for opinion.

"Really? Mother, did you not hear that she is an Usylon, and the only surviving Usylon in the world? Of course, they won't let us in." Constance said to her mother with ridicule in her voice. How could her mother even suggest that?

"Did we not take care of her? We raised her right from when she was an infant until recently when she ran away after stealing. Do we deserve to be shut out of her life now that she's getting married to Princes? To think that we were still going to continue taking care of her if not that she ran away beats me." Margaret's foster mother was very upset that somehow Margaret had slipped out of their grip to have a better life.

Constance eyed her mother.

"Mom, you know you were cruel to her. Why are you now acting as if you gave her the best that life has to offer." Constance scolded her mother.

"We gave her a roof over hear head for more than a decade. We fed her three times a day. We looked out for her because your father is the person paying for the valuables that she stole. How dare you open your silly mouth to say that we were nothing but cruel to her?" While the females were ranting, the man among them was only concerned with getting a glimpse of the Usylon bride rumoured to be Margaret.

''Women, both of you should be quiet!'' Constance father suddenly said, not taking his eyes off whatever he was looking at. He was tall enough to see the front of the crowd, so he didn't bother with whatever the women were talking about.

Constance and her mother had to wait for their father to tell them what was going on in the front of the crowd.

''Can you see her?'' As soon as Constance asked the question, the MC introduced Margaret as the newly wedded brode, so Margaret had to get up from her seat and wave at the crowd, and that was when her foster father spotted her.

His eyes shone like a halogen lamp.

''That's Margaret for sure.'' The man suddenly said. The MC even announced her name as Margaret Usylon, so there was no iota of doubt that indeed, the much talked about and awaited Usylon survivor was Margaret, the lowly girl that had been living with them for eighteen years.

Margaret's foster mother turned red with anger.

''How did we miss such a bountiful harvest? We would have been in-laws to the Vandersar family. We would have lived like Royal bloods, now look at how we have missed out. I told you to let her be but you led the police to her, now we have been kicked out.'' Margaret's foster mother could not stop complaining and blaming her husband for their predicament.

''Calm down, woman. Who would have known that she was an Usylon? When I took her from the orphanage, the matron there said that whoever dropped her there only left a first name to her. Am I a magician to have known that she was an Usylon?'' Margaret's foster father was very angry at his wife.

''Okay now. Is there anything we can do to correct our mistake? Your mistake!'' The woman continued to brood. Look at how a life of enjoyment and success had passed her by narrowly. She also wanted to catch a glimpse of Margaret, and it was a pity that she was just too short to see ahead of her.

''Oh how I wish I could see my dear Margaret. I bet she looks stunning now, right?'' Constance rolled her eyes at her mother for being so dramatic and pretending as if she ever liked Margaret.

''Mother, come off it. You look pathetic.'' Constance could not help but rebuke her mother who turned and eyed Constance with hate.

''Stupid girl. You should side with your mother sometimes. I wish Margaret was mine and you belonged to some thrash family.'' Constance mother said with continuous hatred for her own daughter.

''Oh, I already belong to a thrash family who could not perceive a money bag right under their nose.'' Constance walked away to go back to her friends after she said that hurtful statement to her mother and father who expressed just how hurt they were because of what Constance said.