A part of me was not expecting Mr Collins to have grown out of the asshole he was, but then, there was a tiny part of me that was hoping that he would have missed me enough to treat me differently.
Down in a tiny part of my heart, I was hoping that he would have spent the period of my absence thinking about his actions and by now would have learned to treat me with some dignity, knowing fully well that I wasn't mentally derailed.
Well, all of those were my speculations. In reality, I was out here, wearing a big and ridiculously-looking maid's gown, cleaning the fireplace.
"I see you haven't forgotten your life," Mr Collins said, as he walked in through the door.
I rolled my eyes in response.
"It's good to see that you never really leave what you are," he said, walking closer to me
