Sneaking Out

I turned around and looked at myself in the mirror. I am wearing a backless dress and it exposed the rose tats on my back. The scars aren’t that visible either as it was being hidden under the tats’ ink but even if it was exposed, I don't really care. I didn’t dress to gain the audiences’ approval anyway and none of their opinions are valid.

No matter what they say, I look gorgeous.

And even so, why the fuck do I even have to care about their opinion when all they do was just gossip with everybody’s life? Couldn’t they just fuck off and shut up and just fix themselves first instead of pointing out what’s wrong with other people?

They are no saints and none of them are perfect so what’s the deal about us being this flawed?

“My lady.”

I looked at Xianre as she tiptoed and leaned her head closer to mine. I saw her blinking her green eyes. “Lady Hanzel is outside with Sir Bryce.”

The eldest young lady of the Green. I wonder what she is doing at a man’s house that has a lover? Does she in