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spineless in my tomb of silence
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Thunder roared, ripping across the sky. A downpour of rain swiftly followed. Celeste pushed herself away from the glass windows, knowing that the gloomy weather would not bring her to any higher spirits.
"Celeste," Mrs. Malfoy snapped. "Have you decided on the flower arrangements? You've been lazing around all afternoon. I expect an answer."
She couldn't bring herself to meet her mother's eyes. "Oh, I..." she said, her voice trailing away.
"What on earth is the matter with you, girl? You've been moping about the house since school ended. You have a wedding coming up in three months! You can't be this way. Think about all the effort everyone is putting in for your wedding. I don't know what internal conflict you have going right now, but you're being dramatic."
Celeste's eyes flashed up angrily. "Dramatic? Mother, I'm doing the best I can!"
"Don't speak to me in that tone," Mrs. Malfoy barked. "You are the issue, not me. I'm telling you this because I love you. Because I care for you, and I'm worried. I want you to be happy."
"Happy? You don't even care about my thoughts or opinions!"
Her mother scoffed. "Dear, you've never even voiced them. How should I know? What is it that you want?" Her voice softened. "Is it the necklace? I know I selected it without you. We can go pick another, if you like. Or maybe the flower arrangements?"
Celeste looked away in disbelief. "You're trying to turn the subject."
Mrs. Malfoy had the nerve to look offended. "Celeste, I am trying to help you. I'm reaching out, and you're rejecting it. If you loved me, you would take a seat with me, and we could plan out your wedding with more of your input. At least do it for me. You'd be selfish if―"
"―Do not say that,"Celeste hissed, stepping closer to where her mother was seated. "Do not even try what you're about to say. I will not continue this conversation if you continue to minimize what I'm feeling."
Celeste could only hear her heartbeat pounding. She was going to go insane if she spent another wasted second in her cursed home. For the first time in her life, she glared at her mother.
Her mother's lip curled. She clicked her tongue impatiently. "You're feeling unwell."
"I am nothing of the sor―"
"―Dress fittings are tomorrow," Mrs. Malfoy interrupted, ignoring Celeste's outraged expression. "Feel better by then."
Celeste didn't need to be told twice to know that she'd been dismissed. She held her glare, and stormed out the room, not bothering to shut the door behind her.
