Lillia
We were so close. I’m so drawn to him, I was so excited that he finally seemed like he wanted me.
And I was so excited about the dress. Something that made me feel pretty, and it was mine.
It was something I never would have been allowed to have.
When he ripped it, I couldn’t hold back my emotion.
Why would he do that? It felt like he was punishing me. Was he mad that I didn’t take it off fast enough?
I start crawling around the floor, trying to find each button that flew across the room. Maybe I can sew this dress back together too.
But Cassian tries to stop me.
“Lillia, why are you so worried about it?”
There he goes with his stupid questions again.
I can’t stand this. I can’t even find all the buttons. I pull the rest of the dress off, and pick up my pink sweater and sh
