RAVEN
The dress I have on is pretty. But the occasion it is for is not pretty in the slightest way.
Never in my life did I imagine I would be attending a funeral so soon.
There is a maid assigned to me. She helps me with my dress and accessories.
Every time she nudges my leg to adjust the hem, a white-hot spark of agony shoots from my hip to my spine.
Dante is avoiding me.
I know he is, because he hasn't come to my room once since we landed. I know the circumstances surrounding us are not rosy, but abandoning me at this moment hurts.
I know he is hiding because he probably thinks he has damaged me. But I asked for it, so he shouldn’t feel bad.
"You are ready, Ma'am," the maid says softly.
She wheels me toward the elevator. We get in, and I wait until we reach the ground floor.
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