(Devon)
I know my face turned white as a ghost when Rebecca mentioned Queen Selene and her guest, stealing her dress. That wasn’t what upset me, what upset me was the fact that Rebecca accused the guest of stealing her dress. What if this guest was her?
“And this so called bi.tch have a name?” I asked.
She rolled her eyes, plopping down on the bed, crossing her legs, allowing herself to relax. “No, I got a good look at her though!” She responded, and immediately I wanted to know. If she described her the way my father did, then I would know my answer.
“Tell me what she looked like!” I ordered, and the look on her face turned into a fright.
“She had long dark raven hair, eyes like emeralds, curvy body from what I could tell, but a bi.tchy attitude.” She scuffed. The woman Rebecca descr
