Two weeks after the accident. Lilly's P.O.V.
"My dear daughter. We have received an invitation to the yearly ball at the castle of Jessup," My father came running into the room. I had been puzzling over some of my paintings. I just could not remember painting one of them.
"It's not really a castle anymore, father," I laughed. "Don't we always receive an invitation?" I asked as I covered the painting up with the cloth.
"Ha, well, just don't tell The Jessup's that," He laughed.
"Well, either way, I think I will have to decline this year," I said.
"Oh no, you don't, Lilly. You have done nothing but sit up here with your paintings or attend to the pack like the mother hen," His face immediately fell, "I am sorry. I didn't mean it like that. It's just. I want you to enjoy yourself mor
