Eighty-four

Celia

I angrily stormed into my room, half-blinded by tears and half by the irritation swelling inside of me. I was trying to shove down the guilt that was threatening to creep up my spine.

The way he had quietly muttered those two words, “I know” had been more of a slap than any snarky remark I would have expected him to throw at me.

Just why did that goddamn prince affect me so much?

He should be the one pleading at my feet, wanting to apologize for his cruel tactics. But here I was, beginning to feel guilty for something that he did not even say out loud to me.

“Argh”

I pulled at my hair and dug my fingers into my hair, trying to ease my frustration. I had gone to give him a piece of my mind, not return feeling as if I was the one at fault.

Just why and how did he manage to make me feel so horribly confused each time? I went to the mirror and looked at my reflection.

My hair was messy and so was my dress. I did not bother trying to tame them and looked at my reflection that