SHADOW

“I don’t like this.” My fifth time changing gowns from the hanger rack. They were all nice, but I wanted to excuse myself from going to a formal dinner. I received an invitation from Sebastien yesterday. I didn't know what was up to, maybe to poison me after what I did to him.

“Try this black. It’s gorgeous. The sequin doesn’t make you itch.”

Kindra elbowed Zarah. “Stop trying. Those gowns fit her perfectly. She’s just making excuses.”

“Get used to always ...