<div style="text-align: justify;">"Good morning, Miss Amelia", a female voice sounded in the darkened room.<br/><br/>"Hmm... good morning, Jane", another voice sounded, softly. "What time is it?", the voice asked while sunlight invaded the bedroom.<br/><br/>"Seven, Miss. Your father wants you to get ready and go downstairs to the study, as he needs to speak to you".<br/><br/>Amelia sighed, feeling her heart drop. She was sure nothing good would come from this. Every time her father wanted to see her in the study, it meant that something wasn't right. And Amelia was sure she knew what her father wanted to talk about.<br/><br/>She had had a panic fit during one of the many social affairs her parents dragged her to, and everyone had stared and whispered about her. She was sure her father was furious, and that the only reason he didn't say anything right there and then was that he didn't want to make things even worse. But Amelia knew she would be punished. <br/><br/>Standing up, she nodded her head to the woman who had come to wake her up with a soft 'thank you' and went to the bathroom for a shower. After her shower, Mia put on a skirt and a modest blouse, and tied her hair on a braid, as usual, before going downstairs.<br/><br/>After knocking on the door and being admitted in the study, Mia stood in front of her father's desk. She knew better than to speak without being spoken to.<br/><br/>"I am very disappointed with your behavior, Amelia", the man started. The girl looked down, blushing a little. "But you are my daughter, and I love you. I know you would not do that on purpose". Amelia looked up and blinked several times in surprise. That was unexpected.<br/><br/>"I want to help you. I have hired a therapist for you. He will live in the house, and help you control yourself".<br/><br/>Amelia gasped in surprise. Had her father gone insane? Or was he that desperate about her behavior?<br/><br/>"When... will he come...?", the girl asked, shifting her weight from one foot to the next nervously.<br/><br/>"He should be here by eight. And you will be on your best behavior and watch every word you say about what goes on in this household. Is that understood?".<br/><br/>Amelia nodded, too scared to say anything other than "yes, father".<br/><br/>"Good. You may go have breakfast now. I will call you back here once I have had a chance to talk to your therapist".<br/><br/>"Yes, sir", the girl murmured, before stepping out and moving into the dining room. She was sure nothing would come down her throat now.</div>