~The Rag Doll Princess~

ODETTE

It was beautiful.

I was beautiful.

Everything was beautiful.

And so was this food heaven, I mean, banquet.

Amber wasn’t lying when she said she had magic fingers. She worked literal magic on me. I didn’t realize how horrible I looked until I stood in front of the mirror after what seemed like a century, and I was horrified.

My hair was a rat’s nest, the bags under my eyes were gigantic, my skin was as pale as fuck, and in whole, I looked like a zombie, a walking dead, a rag doll come to life. I get why Devyn was so alarmed to see me now.

I looked like every six-year-old's nightmare. Amber's crying was justified. I would’ve cried too.

After prepping up for the ball, Amber had to literally push me in front of the mirror because I didn’t want to see my ugly self again. It took two hours of work, but the product in the mirror was so worth it.

I wanted to cry in relief, knowing that my looks weren’t the problem; my condition was. I would’ve thrown myself