THE WITCH

EVANORA’S POV

Morning came and I was woken up earlier than usual.

Maids rushed into my room, forcing me to take my bath and get freshened up. After I was done, they styled my hair, forcefully applied light make-up on my face then took out my outfit for the day.

It was a black exotic gown I’d never laid my eyes on. Though it was beautiful, I couldn’t help but think of the irony. A beautiful gown for a day that was going to be far from beautiful.

At least, there were a few similarities. It was black and looked very suitable for an elite funeral and if everything went in the way my dad planned, we were going to be holding a funeral. Possibly, for more than a single person.

Brushing the thoughts away, I stared at my reflection in the mirror. The bruises around my neck and wrists from the grip of the chains were covered with necklaces and bracelets, tiny diamonds, and other precious stones glistening around me.

“We’re done,” the maids announced after they were done dolling me up. “We’