Mia

The cat sat on the window sill and mewed, his black eyes shining as it stared at me. I shivered, holding on to myself with my arms as the cold dealt with me. I was cold and yet it felt like I was hot. It was hot. It was strange and I couldn't deal with it.

I cursed at myself, wondering why I had chosen to wear the gown I had on. I had on one of the strapless gowns that the triplets had bought for me that I couldn't have rejected because they had given me in the presence of my ...