𝚃𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢

Chapter Seventy Eight

you sighed as you went upstairs again feeling your legs almost gonna tremble from all of the poses that you've  turned on the shoot for your new portrait you felt somehow excited to see you portraits but sadly it will take the process long enough to finish the whole filmiing event before you could receive your portraits 

you formed a smile when you shifted your head seeing your friends remove the birthday setup that your friends worked hard for, your countess in the other hand was still with mother Miranda which made your spirit down seeing her boredom making you feel that your countess was already sick of everything you started to get nervous of what could happen to your setup as well as your friends when she lost her patience, the fact that the wound on your knee was still bleeding you can somehow feel your wound producing blood making you shiver as the soak band aid made you disgust swiping on your wound as you step each stair that will lead to your room

you gulped as you were somewhat confused how your eyes suddenly became watery your heat was heavy all of a sudden as you felt the cold doorknob of your door  and twisting it as you close the door walking inside of your room 

you felt the warm atmosphere of your room as you stand up for a bit trying to calm yourself confusingly "oh my what the hell?" you licked your lips and shook your head shrugging your distress out and proceeded to unzip your dress at your back making you groan from the sting of the wound on your hand 

you didn't think twice to quickly slip your red dress down making your heart ache from the sting as you kick the dress out of the way and getting your new outfit again you fisted as you proceeded to gab your new outfit that you've carried with your injured hand 

you smiled with no emotions just wanting to finish everything already since everything is so complicated nowadays you sipped on the black shorts that has a silk train at the back of the shorts making every walk have a trail that follows your body 

somehow you encountered one of your scars that made you unhappy "fuck this scar" the left trauma and memory once played in your mind as you slipped the white long ruffled sleeved top on your body and tucked the ends in to your shorts making the outfit complete your brain was all flustered filled with anger, confusion and anxiety 

"how did I even survived this scar on my belly I was already drained" you folded your lips examining it again 

"how did you cure me?"

"its a secret"