Chapter 6Lydia's POV
I sat on my bed and stared at the window. I can't count the number of times I've fainted in the past half month.
This time, I was really tired. I felt like a canary imprisoned by Connor, with no ego and no freedom. Everything I said and did was an imitation of my sister, even the clothes I was wearing, were hers.
I felt like a copy of my sister, a fake, feeling Connor's but tender and unconscious compassion by virtue of this borrowed shell.
I don't know how much time passed, the maid brought lunch into the room, and I realized that Connor seemed to have forgotten his revenge and had not forced me to dance.
Of course, there was also the possibility that he wasn't even home.
This thought was just a flash, and to confirm it, I hurriedly finished my meal and walked t
