Larissa's POV

The dish in my hands slipped yet again, falling into the sink. I was lucky this time, it didn't crash to the marbled floors. Else I would receive an earful from Gwendoline about breaking dishes for one week in a row. 

I couldn't help but remember the pale faced woman that day. She looked like a shadow of the life I once had; richly dressed with smoothened skin that looked like she didn't even have claws or anything. But she was far from likeable, and I was even more annoyed ...