Lyza
IT'S MIDNIGHT. I can already hearthe hum of the happy crowd from the hall many floors beneath my bedroom. Rosa has managed to coax me into an ecru gown made out of satin. The hems are blood red and Rosa has fastened a matching blood red veil to my hair.
"What's the point?"'I moan. Rosa gives me a puzzled look. "What's the point of the kohl to line my eyes and the henna on my skin?"
Rosa stares at me with something like pity in her eyes," Lyza—"
I caught in immediately to stop her. "No one will ever want me, Rosa. I know my parents organize these dances every new year and every other festival in hopes I might get wedded but there is no point—"
"Lyza!" She sounds shocked and outraged at the same time and her eyes stare at me like orbs.
"It's a waste of time," I spit not minding th
