Preparing For The Peace Party

I stood alone in my dimly lit room, surrounded by a veil of silence that allowed my thoughts to echo through the caverns of my mind.

I knew I was about to embark on a daring journey, one that would force me to confront my past, my fears, and the very people who had once inflicted immeasurable pain upon me.

But I was not the same fragile girl who had been beaten to the brink of death. I was different now, stronger, both physically and emotionally.

At least I thought so.

It was as Diana had stated it; the Queen had announced the party two days prior, but only to the eligible representatives of varying families who had shared the information to their family members.

Dim had communicated the same to Peter since he was the representative of their family—he had done that in the center square to make a fool of himself rather, for Laura had already gotten a special invitation from the Queen herself.

And so today was the day whereby I went back to the pack that has haunted my life.

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