I woke up this morning with a fire in my belly. My talk with Kamala did me the world of good. I am done feeling sorry for myself and I am ready to stand strong, fight back. I got up earlier than usual, called for some maids to help me bathe and dress. I chose to wear the most extravagant gown I own, a black one with gold embroidery covering the bodice and the ends of the skirt. The long sleeves are tight fitting until they reach the elbows, the fabric cascading down my sides. My hair has been put in an intricate up-do with gold pins, and my lips have been stained a deep red. I look just as fierce as I am feeling on the inside.
"You're up early, my child."
"Good morning, mother." I wave the maids away. "Let's just say that I am excited for the day."
"Well good. Let me get dressed and we
