Special Chapter 1

LYDIA

When my eyes opened, I wasn't in heaven or hell. I wasn't in the Rose mansion. Neither was I a slave. I was just a girl sitting in front of the dresser mirror whilst my mother combed my curled up hair. I remembered this moment.

"Mama, Mama, Tell me a story," I remembered whining as mother added conditioner to soften my hair. She noticed how bad I winced each time she brushed down. It did hurt but the pain seemed to dull down like crazy when he told her stories.

"I've told you every story in the book Lydia ." She smiled, sectioning my hair into rows of threes. She stole a look at her reflection in the mirror and smiled before proceeding to braid my hair into a singular knot.

"Then tell me something else mama. Why don't you finish that story?"

"Which one?"

"The boring one you told me last night."

"Oh, I remember." Mother chuckled as she finished the braid and flipped to my right shoulder. I smiled looking at the finished job. I looked perfect. She then carried me to her favorit