There was nothing that Lucy wanted more than to feel powerful, noticed and loved by the people surrounding her. She had existed without a purpose for the majority of her life but that was about to change. For over a year, Lucy had done other people' errands, been kind to everyone and never said no in the hopes of reaching the top of the hierarchy at Dalton. Countless sleepless nights and stressful days had occurred while Lucy tried her best at being perfect. All of her hard work wouldn't go to waste and Marissa's invite, if you could call it that, was proof that everything was going according to the plan. Under normal circumstances, Lucy wouldn't be hurrying through the streets of New York City to meet one of the elite members of Dalton student body and she couldn't help but grin at how far she had come.
A few meters before reaching the precisely decorated gate that protected the Jefferies from any unwanted guests, Lucy took out a small makeup mirror from her bag. There was no room for error when in the company of the likes of Chloe, Marissa or Will. Squinting to see better, Lucy examined her appearance in the small mirror. Ever since she could remember, Lucy's parents had called her the most beautiful girl in the world but it never truly sunk in. There was nothing exceptional about her brown eyes or her long dark hair or her tall physique. Average. Average is what she thought of herself. Slamming shut the pocket mirror, Lucy slipped through the walk-in gate. Although she was unaware of just how miserable Marissa was, Lucy was determined to shine a bright light into her dark mood. Lucy was a people-pleaser and she very rarely gave up on something she had set her mind to. "Marissa," she called out when she walked into the empty, yet large hallway. Without hearing a reply, Lucy headed toward the direction of Marissa's bedroom.
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