Maya

It was a white dress, pure as fresh snow and shimmering under the bright lights. Yet, the two marks on my neck stood out as if the twins had intentionally chosen this color to ensure that their claims couldn't be concealed.

They fucking loathed me, that was indisputable. So, why in the world did they want their marks on me to be so conspicuously displayed?

It would have made sense if they had rejected me after taking my virginity, having rendered me utterly ruined. So ...