Maxith had left her to enjoy her gift and before Irabel got completely immersed in the allure of a 'perfect Maxith' that would even think of doing that for her, she decided to remind herself of a few important things.
Standing in front of the mirror, her hands dropped to the imaginary scar on her neck and let herself remember.
"It's not you. You are dead. And all this...is definitely not for you. He's not for you, but for Irabella." She mumbled, her gaze going past her reflection to the beautiful room behind it. A big vase of wild flowers caught her attention and made her heart ache and shook her decision to ignore it all.
The simple yet beautiful item reflected the atmosphere of this entire room, reminding her of her own room and life in Belmont. The sight should have unearthed all
