Opposed to the rest of what I have seen so far in this castle, this hallway was far darker, without the brightly lit candles on offer in the foyer and ballroom. The thud of my boot heals on the stone and tile is a much louder sound then the light click of Alina’s or Julia’s high heels. Even in a costume as gorgeous as this, I still feel different than the rest of them. I might be dressed like a princess, but I am still me underneath these costly clothes. An anti-social outcast in black boots who doesn’t like the way she is living her life and doesn’t have the courage to change it. Arg, stop feeling sorry for yourself Laura, I chastise myself. You are going to be fine. You are an intelligent and strong young woman; I reaffirm my heart.
While one of the sides of this hallway is now lined w
