CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

“Have you found her?” the Queen said raising her head high, proud, and pompous. 

She had long curly brown hair that reached her waistline; her eyes were brown and sparkled like stars in the sky. She wore a red-blood dress that had rubies placed at different intervals of it. 

Her red lips burned with fire and her tongue only brought out words of evil. Her face would have been the most beautiful in the world. She would have been the most beautiful person in the world, if it wasn’t all just fake. 

Her pride was something you could never imagine. She was ruthless, wrathful, a macabre. The long expensive dress she wore, brought out her eye-blinding shape. 

Any man would have fallen for this woman immediately but it was all fake, a lie. The real Octavia was not spectacularly beautiful. Plain and simple but now-a-thens, people with money pasted fake materials all over their bodies to make them look prettier and presentable.&