Violet's pov
The rage I felt in the past few days was channeled to my new hobby--- tending the garden. The garden became my healing spot and Mama's cottage, my safe space. The flowers in the garden looked so appealing that I'm sometimes afraid to touch them because I'm afraid to scar or bruise them. They are so delicate they remind me of myself.
I've resigned my heart to the fact that Xaden was no longer mine. He no longer looked at me, smiled at me or even came to our bed chamber. So I moved all my things back into the room I first arrived in when I first came to live here. Sure enough, soon after I moved, Xaden and Mira took over the spot. I stopped eating in the breakfast room too.
I could see the sympathy on Danya and all the other servants' faces. I felt so pitiable and useless th
