"I've learned nothing, Mistress." I spoke quietly while Lydia's soft hand ran through my hair trying to soothe me.

Her other hand squeezed my arm firmly but gently. "You've come so far, Angela. You're stronger than you give yourself credit for, and your beauty shines from within."

"Beauty has never been my gift," I said, shaking my head. Understanding that no one would ever quite understand, even her. "More like a curse," I add bitterly.

"The beauty you hold ...