Is it too late?
Rachel
From the tone of the conversation I had just unexpectedly overheard, the kind and gentle Sarah I had known all my life seemed to no longer exist. In her place, there was a bitter and vengeful girl, capable of traveling to another country with the sole purpose of further harming her sister. But who am I to point out others' flaws?
No one, considering my past of always selfish and petty actions, where the only thing that mattered was me and my desires. The consequences had caught up to me quickly, and now everything in my life seemed destined to make it even harder and more complicated, and I already felt powerless.
“What do you want, Rachel?” Enrico asked with the same coldness he had been treating me lately. “I believe there are more important things for you to do right now.”
I wish I could have given a sharp reply, but I wasn't ready to leave his house, so I simply lowered my head, embarrassed by Enrico's rough treatment, and asked for permission to leave. There was nothing more to say, let alone explain. I was sure Joseph would eventually go to the kitchen for his breakfast.
I walked down the same corridor I had just passed through, but instead of heading to the kitchen, I made my way to the mansion's garden. I needed some fresh air, as I felt suffocated by the unsaid words.
Would Enrico grant Sarah's request and kick me out of his house? Would he be capable of doing that after bringing me to London with the promise of help? These questions continued to haunt my mind.
I needed to consider other options. After all, Enrico and Sarah had a deep friendship, even a romantic relationship before my sister's accident. This meant they were important to each other, as their friendship remained strong even after the romance ended.
I started to wonder if, perhaps, while he was with me two nights ago, Enrico was thinking about Sarah. Did he miss her and use me only as a way to ease that longing, due to our physical resemblance?
My thoughts were so tumultuous at that moment that I needed to sit down to try to calm them and think sensibly. I couldn't rely on my family, and I had no friends willing to help me.
A few minutes passed, and the only thought I could hold onto was how close Enrico and Sarah were, instead of focusing on finding an alternative solution to my situation.
Now I wondered if Kael didn't feel jealous of Sarah with Enrico, given everything that was happening. Was he so self-assured that he didn't fear the other could win over his beloved, I wondered insistently.
I heard some hurried footsteps behind me, but I didn't even need to look to know who it was.
“What are you doing here?” Lindsay asked.
“I needed some time alone,” I confessed, though I didn't like doing it.
My words were clear, but Lindsay chose to act as if she didn't understand what I was implying and remained by my side.
“Enrico asked me to let you know you can take the rest of the day off,” Lindsay explained, looking at me with compassion. “From what I understand, your siblings are still going to be here for a while.”
In any other situation and with any other person, a day off would be a cause for celebration, but in my situation, where could I go? My only option was to lock myself in my room, as Enrico's order could only mean that Sarah didn't want to see me in her presence, and I needed to keep as much distance from her as possible.
“At least he hasn't fired me yet, right?” I commented ironically, “I know that's exactly what you're thinking right now.”
“You have to admit he could do that,” Lindsay said exactly what I had already imagined. “From everything I've heard and understood about this whole story, Sarah seems to be someone very important to him.”
Of course, Lindsay was right, and as long as Enrico was just giving me time off, that was great. The real problem would arise when he decided to let me go, especially if I hadn't managed to save enough to support myself for a while.
“You're right” I reluctantly agreed “Shall we go in?”
"They're all still in the living room," she revealed as if it were a big secret, completely changing the subject. "You and Sarah look so alike! It's uncanny."
I remembered Sarah's request to Enrico and once again wondered if he would accept it or not.
"As Sarah herself said, the similarity ends there," I responded with a touch of sarcasm. "Sarah is much better than me."
That was a fact, and I hoped I wouldn't have to face even worse situations. I had already understood that I wasn't a good person, and all of this was becoming too humiliating.
“Let's put that aside and go in for breakfast” Lindsay called “what's done is done, okay?”
She was right again.
“Okay.”
We went together to the kitchen, and after finishing our meal, Lindsay was called to help with Joseph. I had no other option but to lock myself in the small servants' quarters. After all, I wasn't welcome to roam the hallways of the house, and that wasn't even the worst part.
I turned on the TV and tried to find some interesting program, but after scrolling through the channels without success, I picked up the cell phone Enrico had given me, claiming it was also a work tool. However, I didn't have much desire to check my social media or anything on the internet when I couldn't participate in the wonderful things people were experiencing.
Nevertheless, that's exactly what I did that morning. I started with social media, and it was painful to see my old friends flaunting money and beauty, something I had done so many times myself, but now couldn't do anymore.
Some posts from Hilary and Lorenzo caught my attention, and I found out they had gotten engaged, which surprised me a lot. Once again, I thought it could have been me in her place, next to a famous, extremely wealthy pilot with a family inheritance.
I tried to search for Sarah on my friend's list, but then I realized I had been blocked in every way possible. I couldn't even send a simple text message to my sister.
I ended up accessing Enrico's public profile, which had millions of followers on his social media. I imagined a marketing team was responsible for managing them, as from what little I knew of him, he didn't seem to be someone so involved with these tools.
Regardless, there were several pictures of him at different moments. Unsatisfied with just what was on his social page, I searched on Google, and what I found made my heart weigh so heavily that I felt my eyes welling up instantly.
There were countless photos of Enrico alongside women, all beautiful and flawless, with not a single imperfection in their images, and all seemed to match his beauty.
Enrico was an incredibly handsome man in every way, and I was beginning to realize that I had made bigger mistakes than I had initially imagined. Perhaps the biggest of them all was rejecting him, especially after the scene I made in his room when I found out that even without knowing, I was still a virgin.
But now it seemed too late to turn back. Or was it?
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