The velvet material felt so welcoming, so enticing, so perfect against the tips of my fingertips.. My eyelids cracked open, revealing a chestnut appearing border accompanying the sweet red remedy I call my coffin. My what? Coffin?
Cara Moncastian was your everyday, defiant, drama-ful 16 year old girl. She loved the smell of lilacs, the beach at midnight, and the way the moon was when it was a waning crescent. But none of that will matter when she encounters something she never knew existed, Wonderland.