CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE
MELISSA
I twirled around in a dress as grey as the clouds overhead. The only difference was that mine was filled with sparkling lines that hung on the dress in rows.
I put a scarf around my neck, and performed a solemn expression. I had faith in Darius, and I was finally seeing him after so long. Naturally, I ought to let my happiness spill, but I had to pretend to be solemn when he came out with Hazel limp in his arms.
I threw myself to the floor, looking at the mirror and practicing how I'd gasp when Darius came out with Hazel.
Tears were my forte, they came out whenever I needed them.
My tears would drop like jewels, and everyone would attest to how I'd gotten close to Hazel in Darius’ presence.
For Darius' sake, I'd plan the best burial, and pretend to sha
