Chapter3

#Chapter3

Master of Torture

Never, ever judge a book by its cover. One look at my sister Ella, and you'd think she's the most prim and proper English lady. But today, she had shown me her true ugly colours as she did the most horrendous thing someone can do; something so abominable, it should be illegal. She murdered my hair, painted my face, and made me wear those damnable footwear! I love my sister, I really do. But the footwear just crossed the line.

A frown was permanent on my face as Ella convinced me on wearing those shoes, as if doing my hair wasn't torturous enough. It wasn't really all her fault, since my hair is as stubborn as I am and Ella is just doing her best to tame it down. And taming it down requires a lot of hair pulling. But the mere thought that all of the English women have to go through the same torture as I did... It's sad how the world is turning to a cruel, cruel one.