Chapter Six
The mirror tells a very different tale to how I'm feeling. My dress looks perfect, my hair and makeup too. All I need is the mortarboard and robes from my bed and I'll be ready for graduation.
Three years of studying at Grimalkin have flown by. I should be happy and proud of myself for how much I've learned and how far I've come.
Instead, I'm fixating on everything that's gone wrong in the past two weeks.
"Hey, are you ready?" Marshall asks as he pops his head around the corner. I can see the edges of the smart suit he's wearing. It's his graduation too, and he definitely looks the part.
"As I'll ever be." I grab the robes from the bed and put them around my shoulders, slipping my arms through the armholes.
"Don't forget your hood." He steps into the room and picks it up
