Chapter 9

Closing the door to my bedroom, I hastily changed into a black leather skirt and blouse I stole from Aera. She's never getting this back, I thought, dismantling my back bun and letting the dark waves fall loose.

Grabbing the nearest most-suitable bag to go with my outfit, I stood in front of my mirror to check if the outfit was good enough to be approved by my strict Catholic mother

Grabbing the nearest most-suitable bag to go with my outfit, I stood in front of my mirror to check if the outfit was good enough to be approved by my strict Catholic mother. Nope. My hands started to pull the skirt down on their own accord. Perfect, I smiled.

"Mirror mirror on the wall. I'm clearly the fairest of them all." I smirked, eyeing my reflection and twirling a curl between my fingers. Being beautiful was an advantage- but knowing it, was an even bigger advantage.