Seraphina's POV
I had just made up my mind to leave the room when my eyes caught the mirror by the bedside.
I just took a glance at my reflection, and I froze.
My hair was messy, pale skin, dry lips, cheeks so deep crimson they looked like bruises… I looked like a ghost who had crawled out of some cursed alleyway.
No… Fuck that.
Anyone would've mistaken me for a beggar. Maybe I could earn a few coins if I sat at the corner of the road and stretched out my hand.
"Damn…" I muttered under my breath, dragging my fingers through my hair with a sigh.
This wasn't me. No matter how unsightly I was… I couldn't be this ugly.
Even though I had wanted to storm out and leave this house like I was never here but my body refused to move.
It felt too tired and sore…
Like I had run a thousand times a hundred-meter marathon.
And then… my eyes landed on the side table.
