Alexandria

Pandemonium prevailed as my heart beat faster. The world around me was falling apart, and I was again powerless. I'd said I didn't want to leave the mansion. I'd protested, but here I was, being ushered, forcibly, toward the front of the house. Though I couldn't see the guests, their voices were audible over the sharp click of our heels as Suzanna and I stepped upon the marble floor.

“Dear, you’ll need to fix your makeup.”

I joined the others in ...