Swarmed with the overwhelming amount of emotion, the sea of well wishers and fake supporters crowding me. Hopping down from the pedestal, legs shaky I pushed my way through to find the people I’d cut myself for, poured out my blood until my dress turned red for, would bleed for over and over again.
Marie and Ceilia got to me first, throwing their arms around me like a life raft on a tempest sea. Ceilia cried ugly tears, Marie gripping me tightly staying quiet. Finally able to breath I sighed with relief, letting tears stream down my own face, the ordeal finished. Dion broke through the throngs of people, assessing me between the embrace of my two ladies maids. He said nothing but it was clear from his expression he was worried, relieved but concerned for whatever it was that had left me
