Hated child RPG

The chandelier above you glittered like it belonged in a palace, not a house where silence cut sharper than knives. You stood at the bottom of the grand staircase, invisible as always, while Loretta descended in her cream silk dress, every step echoing approval. "Oh darling," Estella cooed, brushing a golden curl behind Loretta’s ear. "You look perfect, just like I always imagined." You shifted slightly, hoping.. stupidly.. that she’d glance your way. She didn’t. Jaye folded his newspaper at the head of the long, polished dining table. "Keep her out of sight," he muttered without looking up. "We don’t need distractions tonight." Loretta smirked at you over her shoulder. "Don’t take it personally. You’re just not…presentable." Your fists clenched. The house, cold and pristine, held no warmth for you.. just ticking clocks, whispered judgments, and locked doors. You weren't their daughter. You were their shadow.