Ugly...

Chapter 11

'No one is born ugly, we just live in a judgemental society'

 Mia was lying on her soft bed, she could feel it once again, the peach scent was also clouding her senses with full force like it wanted her to not miss it's exotic scent, her eyes snapped open in self realization and the first thing she saw, was her pink bed curtains, drawn, covering her.

 She got up abruptly and the quilt that was covering her from her shoulders fell softly on the bed, she opened the curtains looking at her room with a question flowing In her mind: 

"How did she get back to her room?"

 She sighed, coming down from her bed and already missing the softness, her eyes darted to her cloak, hanging on her chair, she moved towards it swiftly to examine it.

 It was intact with her plaque, it didn't even look like it was brought out. She was very sure that Tavon had brought her back, himself.