I hold her hands tightly, trying to appear calm and serene, even though inside I feel an overwhelming desperation. My parents, my sister, and my best friend know how I look, know how I ended up after trying to do something to improve my face, my skin, my scars, but the other members of my family do not. I made sure no one else went to the castle once I was there. I myself prohibited their entry, I didn't even go out when they came to visit to see how I was. I refused to leave my room, I flatly refused to see them, to even hear them. They insisted for months, and then, they stopped doing so.
«I suppose Serafina is right; the world keeps turning»
My heart is racing, I feel on edge, my nerves are frayed. I know it's silly to feel afraid of seeing them all, but just thinking that someone mi
