***Serena***
"Now to zip it up..." Christa mutters behind me, "and...vola. You're a beautiful bridesmaid!"
She turns me around so that I am facing the mirror on the wardrobe door in my room at school.
It is now late March, and I had once again been living the life of a human.
I needed to wear a coat when outside as I now found the balcony freezing cold. I actually caught a cold and spent a few days in bed feeling sorry for myself, and my mind felt empty without Hera.
I often found myself saying random things and asking random things...only to remember that there was no one to answer back.
Not in my mind, anyway.
James caught me doing this a few times and would sweetly tell me what he thought Hera would say back to me, which did help...a little.
"Ella has good taste eh," I mutter, s
