An Enchanted Tale

Epilogue

Sometimes, good things fall apart so better things can fall together. I remembered Marilyn Monroe's words beautifully engraved in golden bold cursive letters at the empty black bedroom wall near my bed post. I was always optimistic. At times, I think the world around me is crumbling to the ground, but it never does. Like most people, I face the crunches of deadlines and endless demands on my time, but I have never encountered the type of adversity that can crush people, that can drive people crazy, that can drive them to suicide. At least, that's what I thought. But I was raised to expect the unexpected because my parents have high regard upon me.

I am living in a world full of pretensions and acts, where people were manipulated to do things not for themselves, but just for others' sake.

I, Helena Serene Grace, am dwelling in this materialistic world where people are demanded to act like they care about the world. As I grew up, I faced the world with camera-ready smile which my parents taught me to do so. Outside, I was the bubbly little girl of Olivia Elizabeth Francine-Grace, former actress but now a renowned architect, but the truth is I am the otherwise. Every time I showed up to the public, I always put on that practiced, no, more like demanded smile my mother wants me to show.