Debora had never been this angry before. Every cell in her body was ready to burst out, she wanted to hurt Semira. She was furious. She didn't want any answers, what she wanted was for Semira to pay for what she did. There were no more second chances for her.
"You are the worst. I made a mistake to think that you could ever do any good." Debora spat. Semira didn't say anything to her, she scoffed and left the room like her own daughter wasn't brought to her knees and held like a princess.
Debora looked down on her lap, a couple of tear drops darken the fabric of the dress along with drops of blood. She had been given then dress for this? If so then she didn't want it, she hated it. The colour red was hated as much as she hated her mother.
"We are sorry Debora. This had to happen." So
