Alessia.
As I stepped into the company, I could hear their murmurs, their whispered words burning through my senses.
I could feel their eyes, their stares, laced with curiosity and even judgment.
The other day, the Queen had caused quite a scene when she caught me slapping Miss Brown.
I could still remember the humiliation that burned through me as I was dragged away, like a criminal, the royal gamma closely following behind me like he was afraid that I would escape.
In the past, I had always thought that I was unpopular, that I was unseen, unnoticed, but that day, I realized otherwise.
I wasn't unseen like I had imagined. They knew me, they knew who I was, and they just chose to ignore me.
I could still remember the shock in their voices when they called my name, Alessia.
