Victor stands there, watching me with a smirk on his lips as he drinks from his cup. As if he’s expecting me, Micah standing a little way from him, his hands folded across his bosom. My hands tremble at my sides, and I grip my dress to steady myself. No words are spoken between us but alot is conveyed in the silence. I’m terrified at my Grandfather’s gaze as if I’m a bird caught in a cage with the doors slammed shut in my face. They are both graceful, standing in their three piece suits, my Grandfather’s ascot embedded with a beautiful pearl. He’s the epitome of what Nobles should look like, gracefully, scanning the crowd, or not actually scanning, pretending to be interested in the activities all around.while I’m still standing here as an outcast. A fool. The fodder between all the precious jewels.Micah mouths something, that I can’t ever mistake, his words forcing all the blood in my veins to freeze.“We have come for you.”I can’t stop my hands from trembling, can’t seem to shake
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