Any change, even the change for the better, is always accompanied by discomforts. ~ Arnold Bennett
Violet
By the time Daisy was done with me I couldn’t relate the reflection of the girl I was seeing in the mirror to the broken girl that had been rescued from the Brood.
My snow like hair were in soft curls, my eyes surrounded with dark makeup that made my blue eyes pop up. And the light pink gloss gave me a soft touch. The black shirt looked like a mini dress while the boots I wore came up to my knees, giving an impression that those skin colored jeggings weren’t there.
I looked... Like any other normal girl going out for fun with her friend.
I turned to look at Daisy, she was putting on earrings but I had this overwhelming urge to hug her tight so I did. I walked up to her and hugged
