Accused at the ball

For the first time, I got a glimpse into the kind of life that my sister, Celia and Princess Amelia lived and it was...it left me speechless.

"I use the ice masks more in the summer." She shrugged, running her perfectly manicured fingers through her hair that cascaded down her shoulders in glossy waves. "I'm never going to repeat this to you but apart from the ugly scars and marks on you, I think your skin looks pretty damn amazing. What do you usually use? I mean, what do you pilfer from your sister to use? I'm sure Celia has such flawless skin if yours looks like this."

What? I touched my face, stunned by her words. She thought my skin was...amazing? I was tempted to ask if she had hit her head on the door on her way into the room. How could she think that? Everyone I had ever known since my mother died told me I was ugly and scarred...and they were right. Unable to give a coherent answer, I said. "cooking oil?"

She looked horrified and thrust an evening dress into my arms. "I'll ha