Maisie
I stood at the top of the staircases, dressed in the hideous white dress, the dye washed out of my hair, the strands straightened painstakingly and cut evenly, so I had a shoulder length bob.
The sleeves of the dress stopped mid length of my arm, and the neckline was lowered, enough to still decent and yet, enough to reveal enough skin to show my scars.
And that might have been the problem. The reason my fingers kept curling and uncurling on stairs railing. Or at least, one of the reasons.
The artists had accentuated my scars by lining them with silver glitter. They were practically glowing, and if I was willing to spare even another glance at them, I'd almost say they looked like pretty tattoos.
I was sure everyone in that hall would be able to see it from miles away. I had no idea what Soren had planned with this, but he could've had a conversation with me first. Considering it was my fucking body he'd turned into a freaking canvas.
