Slit my throat

I kept looking into the mirror occasionally to admire myself. I must comment that I look so beautiful and couldn't help but crush on myself.

I twirled for my mirror, imagining it to be Grey and I loved the way my gown turned, mopping the floor.

The head maid kept glaring at me as she handed me the cloth, still upset that I had bumped into Grey and ventured into a place I ought not to be.

How I got there, I can't explain. I only remember walking out on Emma and Mira after they accused me of being the one behind the laxative.

I was angry not because they were lying, they were in fact telling the truth and if the head maid heard of it, I should as well kiss my escort with Grey this night goodbye. I was angry because they saw me when they shouldn't have and could also compromise my mission.

I was too angry and didn't know when I bumped into Grey. I honestly do not regret it and I'm somewhat grateful to both Emma and Mira for making me mad to stomp out and bump into Grey. They made my work