A wicked dawn is upon Scarlett, a sinful force at play. When unprincipled people are in power, one can only imagine the chaos that follows. They took her sister, they want her crown. Will they succeed in doing so?
#2 in the Kingdom Series.
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Chapter XVIII
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Rose Rorieare Ruse
The show was in the palace of Versailles. I should've known better than to come here. I was about to walk my first runway. That too, in a land allocated to vampires.
What was life?
Was I even sane any more?
Every cell in my body was screaming, shouting one thing 'RUN'.
It was unsettling to know I was in a place crawling with bloodsuckers. One wrong move and it was over for me.
Tell me, why did I agree to this again?
Groaning internally, I winced as the hair dresser brought me back to planet earth.
He was tugging on my head so hard, hair spray flying all over the place I wanted to gag.
Everything had to be perfect tonight.
My face was covered in makeup but not the kind that made it look caked. The makeup artist had done a phenomenal job. She had given me what she called the 'wicked cat-wing'. Instead of using eyeliner, she had drawn long smokey strokes along the curve of my eye to make them look more snatched.
My lips had been painted a rich burgundy, a bronze look on the rest of my face. They had gone heavy on the contours, ensuring my face looked sleek.
I hadn't minded any of it. They had been quite gentle on my face. It was Patrick, the hairstylist who was giving me a hard time.
If I ever made a protesting sound all he did was reply with a, "Your hair is very thick, it will take strength to style it."
Bitch, I was about to throw the blow dryer at his face.
I knew it was his job to make us look a certain way but damn was I already through with this. Any sort of pain would only bring back memories of the recent events of my life.
With everything that had occurred recently, I was only trying to ignore the trauma it had caused. A part of me was in denial, I wanted to act as normal as ever. My brain had dismissed those events entirely.
I knew that sooner or later, I'd have to deal with all that I was running from but for now, avoiding it was the only thing that kept me going.
My only goal at the moment was getting the fuck out of Paris. I was clinging on to this last piece of hope rather desperately.
