Seraphina

“You look beautiful, sister,” Aria said.

This was the tenth time this morning that she was paying this same compliment, and it was beginning to upset my stomach.

“Can you just stop with the damn compliment?” I demanded with a scolding tone.

The dress which Thorn had managed to find – from only God knows where – was way too tight for me, and it was making it hard for me to breathe.

Or maybe it was because I was dreading this step of mine.

Waking up and getting dressed, ...