"Just a girl with goals."
-Lilac Manor

"Get up auntie! Get up!" Louisiana shouted as she jumped on my bed lowkey stepping all over my legs while at it but what can I say? She's a kid for goodness sake.

"What!?" I shouted back pretty much pissed at the current situation. Didn't she know I had just bought chicken wings in a dream?

Too bad I guess...

"Daddy wants to take us out."

"Who now?" I asked squinching my eyes from the amount of sunlight shining into my face from the window.

"Daddy wants to take us out."

Ugh I mentally shouted falling back into the pillow "Doesn't he have a job to do Louisiana?"

"Well?" She started rubbing her chin "I think he took something called a vacation."

Lol...I know she meant leave but I didn't want to be the rain on her parade so I decided to keep my mouth shut.

A knock was heard on my door and both our heads snapped that way. "Come in!" I shouted and Matthew entered my room in a pair of sunglasses and a plain black t shirt with white shorts.

Now, not to be mean or anything, but the sight of my brother made me want to gag so I just sighed then fell back on the pillow to continue my sleep but so much for that when he called my name.

"Kindly get out." I told him loud enough for him to hear from where he was standing.

"Fine, but on one condition."

Deep breathes Lilac, deep breathes ugh screw this. No more miss nice. I got up from my bed, walked over to him and slapped the hell out of his sorry to say beautiful, masculine tanned face.

Matthew was so shocked at me and so was Louisiana since she had her palm across her mouth.

"Don't you dare come into my room making conditions. Clear?"

"Yes Ma'am." He replied rubbing his palm on his cheek to sooth the burn. "Louisiana just wanted to go out with you." Just as he said that, I snapped my head to look at my niece who was now sitting on the edge of my bed looking at the night lamp.

"Fine, but only because she means something to me." I whispered to him before making my way to the bathroom to get ready.

"Lilac?" Matthew called my name as I was about to enter making me turn "I'm truly sorry."

"Get out." I ordered him before getting into the bath to run myself a hot shower.

Tyra was in the guest room, Liam had left for South Africa at dawn, mum was probably somewhere typing something and my father...well, let's just say I don't know.

After a lovely hot shower I decided to dress up in something simple a black tube, white shirts and a grey cardigan because I really couldn't be bothered to pick and match I had just been pissed off by the devil himself but as soon as I walked over to my nightstand where my phone was, something rather unfamiliar lay there. A letter?

I simply slid my phone into my back pocket then picked up the letter ready to view its content and damn! Was it heavy.

As soon as I opened it up, my eyes nearly got burnt from the unbelievable state of the matter. It had a check of $100,000 with Matthew's signature.

I smirked at the sight, walked over to the bin, crumpled the filthy check then the it in. Did he really think I was going to collect his blood money?

"Pathetic." I said to myself before walking off into the dining hall.

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"Morning love." Dad said casually sitting on a dining chair beside my mum with his hand in he's. He had his infamous sunglasses on and was in his usual black suite seeming more relaxed than usual.

Tyra was sitting at the other end of the table holding conversation with Louisiana while eating a bowl of cereal and my 'brother' on the other hand was surprisingly preparing the meal...or was it just my eyes? I doubt.

"Well sit down then." Mum urged me as she took off her glasses and dug into her food followed by my father.

A cloud of awkward silence had overshadowed this breakfast and to be honest, it was freaking me out. Since when did Mathew cook, when did dad have time to be at breakfast and when in the world did mum not have her computer with her?

Maybe this was just a dream...or a prank.

"I'd like to make an announcement." Dad said standing up from his seat and straightening his suit. "From today onwards, Manor Industries will be partnering with the government to provide good support for unprivilaged people."

"That's great Mr. Manor." Tyra added causing me to chuckle at her desperatness to gain my dads approval. I mean, she had only been my best friend since the day we were in grade two or maybe it was because she secretly liked Liam.

Mental Note: Find out!!

"But there's also some unfortunate news as well." Daddy continued then took a deep breath." I'll be resigning as a politician to soley focus on Manor Industries."

"We support your decision Daddy." I said standing up to give him a hug.

"Thank you Lilac." He said to me and moments later Matthew brought in whatever he had cooked. Sorry, I didn't actually identify it because the smell alone made it seem like death on a plate.

After all the hustle and bustle of morning breakfast, I took Louisiana over to Sasha. My favourite and only car. It was a white evoque Range Rover that I had recieved from Liam for my sixteenth birthday.

I remember when he got me the car like yesterday. All throughout the week he was so suspicious and was asking me pretty silly questions like if you had a cat what color would it be and if you had to sit in a seat what seat would you sit in. 'Perks' of having a rich big brother.

I rammaged through the garage before we got in and took out a slightly used child seat. "It'll do" I shrugged and walked over to my car where I strapped Louisiana in. Just as I was about to sit in the driver's seat, lo and behold it was occupied by non other than Tyra Hutchison.

"Get the hell out of my car!" I shouted practically tapping my long nails on the window. "Get in!" She shouted back at me strapping her seat belt.

Now let me be honest with you, even though I wouldn't allow and other living soul to drive my car apart from Liam and I, I didn't really have a choice at this moment. She was in and I was out, she was behind the wheel and I was not and I was very much aware that pissing Tyra off was bad idea so I just went for it....sadly.

"Where do we go first?" She asked as we hit the main road. "Ice cream!" Louisiana shouted from behind.

"Ice cream it is." Tyra said before nudging me in the ribs using her free hand. "You can't possibly be pissed that I'm driving Lilac."

"Why not? I haven't driven Sasha in over a year."

"Well that's because you've been in my private jets all year round girl."

Pfftt.... she did have a point.

"Whatever." Was the only thing I said with my voice dripping in sarcasm before we drove to the ice cream store.

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It was getting late, Louisiana was fast asleep in the push chair we brought for her just in case she did and we're luck we brought it because this girl was as heavy as hell.

For the next half an hour, it was just Tyra and I roaming the classy shops picking up clothes to buy while we sipped on some lovely boba. Divine.

"Do you think I should get this?" She asked holding up a black crop top up to her chest. "It's cute...why not." And with that she hang it over her arm as we continued down the aisles.

"Hey Lilac."

"Hm?" I turned to see the worst. Paparazzi lined up in front of the glass windows with their camera's at the ready. "Shit." I mummered under my breath before Tyra tried to help me with the push chair get further into the shop but it was too late for that since another group of paps had surrounded me.

"Where the hell is security?" I asked Tyra but she had other plans. "I knew this would happen." She cussed before getting her phone out and calling someone while my eyes was being punished with a disturbing amount of flashes from everyone's camera.

Oh God!

Louisiana! She wasn't known to the general public and her dad would be pissed at me if he knew I exposed her. I'm so D.E.A.D

"Back the fuck away!" I heard a masculine voice shout making everyone back off.

"Thanks." Tyra said before handing him the bags with a smile on her face leaving me utterly shocked but also grateful we didn't need to hold anything more.

"Need help?" He asked.

"No" I answered looking away embarrassed. "I'm fine." And with that we walked over to my car ignoring the photos which were being taken. I swear, I'm going go sue the owner of this shop.

We were now in the car with the devil driving , me in the passenger seat and Tyra at the back with Anna going back home.

"Soooo?" Tyra asked intentionally stretching the 'o' to sound more serious.

Well one thing was for sure... Mathew Manor was not going to be hearing a thank you from me. Over my dead body.

I had dealt with the paparazzi numerous times and he wasn't there.

"Good I was around the block ain't it Lilac?" He asked eyes still fixed on the road.

"Hm." I answered just about to open the Instagram app to scroll through my feed. Believe me or not, but I could sense Tyra's eyeroll from her seat.

After a short and silent drive home, I unstapped Louisiana from the car seat, picked her up and lay her on my bed wrapping her with my warm duvets. Lowkey, aren't I just the best aunt? I asked myself hands on hips.

"You need to get ready." A deep voice spoke from my door startling me as I turned to see who it was.

"Dad? What are you doing here?" I asked walking closer to him.

"Well, in honor of Manor Industries we've been invited to the White House." He said very smugly.

I honestly don't blame him, if I has just landed a big successful business I would probably do same.

"At what time?" I asked practically focusing on the fact that I needed to keep my cool.

Hey, what could go wrong, Malachi was still at school.

"We leave at eight. Don't bother waking Louisiana, your mum is staying home tonight as well as Tyra."

"Sure." And with that he left leaving my door wide open. What was it with parents and leaving the door open?

At this point I really couldn't be bothered so I just walked over to the bathroom, lighted a lavender scented candle and had a lovely hot shower. I washed my curly bangs then rubbed it dry with my minnie mouse towel which I left here. Honestly, I was kind of proud of myself for not giving up on minnie.

As I walked out from the bath into my room, the cold air got to me making me shiver for a second but that's when I noticed my window had been opened so I rushed over to it and banged it shut.

Louisiana for one was still laying on my pink duvets with her hair in a totally distressed manner. I actually feel sorry for the one who does her hair, must be a lot of work.

I checked the time which had been on the wall clock and it was seven thirty.

Thirty minutes more I said to myself as I reluctantly walked to my closet.

Black, pink, orange, gold and the colours go on and on and on...to be frank it looked like a care bear threw up in here.

I had been skimming through my closet for about 10 minutes when an odd box with the word 'PRADA' written boldly in black caught my eye.

Being the idiot that I am I stood and looked at it for about thirty point to seconds straight before deciding to open it.

First was a letter in a black envelope and the next was... beautiful.

A long straight black dress screaming power, success, bad ass, money with a silver belt with the engarvement PRADA.

It was awesome. And before you ask of course I was flipping to wear it.

I quickly pushed my towel on and slid it on me. As I looked in the mirror and turned around all I could think about was how beautiful it was. Magnificent actually, but I figured it was enough with the awing and time to get back to the situation at hand right now.

Lilac Manor going to the White House.

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The place was shinning with all the necessary lights that were put up the driveway and one thing was for sure; it must cost over 1M dollars every year to maintain his place. On the whole, the White House was beautiful.

Since it we lived in Beverley hills and the White house was in Washington, we unfortunately had to take daddy's jet. (*gulp*)

When we arrived, I unfortunately sat with Matthew at the back of the car and Dad sat at the front with James the driver.

James had been in this family for about ten years...basically after Matthew left us.He was a tall black guy who looked probably in his late twenties with lovely blond hair. He and I don't really converse much unless it's about which route to take or where I want to go but I felt that there's more to him than meets the eye.

"Thanks." I said as he opened the door for me but as he was about to close it our hands accidentally swiped each others causing us to blush. Oops.

The entrance was absolutely stunning as Dad held my hand and Matthew stood beside me in a dashing black tux.

"It's a pleasure to have you here." I thin old lady said practically running up to us. "Good evning Mr.Manor" she said extending a gloved hand over to my father to shake which he did happily whereby Matthew on the other hand just nodded at her. As for me? I was totally non existent.

She walked us up to a very large lounge which was engulfed in white led lights and a gracious marble table stretched across the room. It was lovely.

I scanned all the pictures of America's former presidents as I took a seat next to my father who did the same. Matthew decided to sit opposite me for some reason so I guess we could work with that.

"Have you been here before?" I whispered to my dad trying to prevent my voice from echoing across the room. "Just once. With your mum."

"I see. Do you remember where the bathroom is then?"

For a second there he thought then said : " Through that door on your right."

"Thanks." I stood up doing my possible best to prevent my long black dress from getting stuck between chairs before I walked over to the door.

"The fuck?!" I practically shouted noticing the person I had collided into. Malachi Washington.

"Shhh." He said placing his index finger on my lips."Jeez, could you scream any louder turtle."

I rolled my eyes at his comment then pushed his hand away. God knows where that ringer had been...ew.

"What are you doing here?" He asked obviously oblivious to my presence. "I'm a Manor you dweeb."

"A really sassy Manor as a matter of fact."

"Get out of my way." Was the last thing I said before pushing him away and entering the bathroom locking it behind me.

A/N: Thanks for reading
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