Chapter 20

OMG, Tara is almost at the house, that's a lot of trouble.
I'm not very close with my elder sister, Tara. Infact, you could even say we're not close at all. She's always been a big materialistic and vain person. Tara's always keen on how she looks, dresses and who she's associated with. She's two years older than me and we always have to compete with almost everything. She has never taken time to care what I want or feel. When I was sixteen and she was eighteen, she told my prom date not to come to the prom with me. She wasn't even interested in him, she was a year older than him. All Tara wanted was to not have me better than her.
Tara and I look very much alike. We both have black hair, same shape and color of lips and almost the same height but I'm taller than her. The only significant difference is the colour of our eyes. While I have blue eyes just like our parents, she has a deep shade of brown eyes. I can remember how she always resented me for that saying it could have been her who had blue eyes.
What's even wrong with her eye colour? And why is she blaming me? I'm not the one who created her. We're both curvy but I'm more of a slim lady while she's very curvy and has more weight than me. Overall, we never get along. She left our home when she turned 20 and I've never seen her face to face since then. She always believed we were made to compete with each other and that she would go out and make herself more popular just so she'd be more popular than me. I'd always argue and tell her that it's all in her head and that I don't have any interest in competing with her but she'd never listen. Tara will always be Tara. At a point, I got tired of trying to be close to her and forgot about her. She always dated actors, celebrities, politicians and musicians. And of course she'll always send me pictures.
So it's obvious I don't want to speak to her or see her. She never knew I was married until a week ago. She kept calling me and texting me saying she was the one who was supposed to marry Damien and not me. I never answered her calls or replied her texts.
"Girl, what are you still doing here? You need to get your ass in your car and go back to that house. You know how Tara is, she's always competing with you. You know what that means. You also told me last week that she found out about your marriage with Damien. You don't have to be Sherlock to know why she's heading to the Lorenzo Mansion now" Liza is now panting after rushing those words out. I stare at her incredulously.
"So what, I'm not romantically involved with him, so..."
"Shut up you little stubborn girl. Tara has always not just competed with you but also snatch everything you have. From your prom dates, to your potential boyfriends and even down to your admission slots. You've tried too much, you've been nice and patient but now it's enough. Just yesterday you were telling me you want to live for yourself. Well then what the hell are you waiting for. Even if you're not romantically involved with him, he's your freaking husband and she doesn't have a right to take her stupid stuff and go live in your house after disappearing for four whole years" she said cutting me off.
I stare at a furious Liza and smile, she has always been that friend who will never seize to support you. She's right, I can't let her have her way this time. I might not be in love with Damien but this time, she's going after someone I'm married to. Anyone can date or even sleep with Damien but not Tara. No, no, no and no. The sixteen year old me gave up but not the 24 year old me.
Liza pouts at me before giving me a short hug. She grabs my car keys, phone and credit card and puts them in my hand. She then practically shoves me out of her house and into my car. I start the car before she shouts "bye, see you later" I smile at her before driving off.
In less than 20 minutes I arrive at the mansion and get out of the car. A blue Lamborghini is parked near Damien and my cars and I instantly know who owns it. I shrug and make my way into the house, immediately I step into the house, Tara's strong farmiliar perfume engulfs me.
I immediately spot her, she's angrily sitting on a the smallest sofa with her face engulfed in a frown. Her hair has been styled in wavy curls and her face is pampered with makeup as usual. She's currently putting on a green short gown and white heels. Our assistant security officer is standing by the door with a scowl on his face. He smiles and nods at me when he sees me.
"Welcome Mrs Lorenzo, this lady here was shouting and insisting that we let her into the house. She also claimed that you both are acquainted and are sisters. I didn't want to let her in but Mrs Martina called and insisted, i decided to let her stay here, in the living room until you come and confirm what she's claiming. I promise i have been here all through and I didn't let her move from there" Tom explains while casting annoyed look at Tara. I can't blame him, she's always disrespectful to workers.
Tara glares at me all through Tom's speech. I ignore her and clear my throat. "it's okay Tom, I know her. Thanks for your time, you've done well. You may leave" he nods with a smile and turns to leave when I call him back " sorry wait a minute, is Damien home?"
"No he's not home" I nod at him before he takes his leave. Immediately he leaves, Tara stands and gives me a disgusted look"
"You look like shit" Tara says with disdain.
I sigh, what a long day this will be...