Chapter 12

EMY'S POV

Earlier that evening....

Dylan closed the door behind him and I finally let the dress slide down my chest. I had been holding it together since. Even when we had public baths with mixed gender, I had never been this shy before.

Was it because I knew what I looked like? I may have a pretty face but I was all bones. He saw the scars too, and traced them with his fingers. Was he not disgusted? Everyone else who had seen it would laugh at me and point fingers. They knew I couldn't heal like they did.

I had never cared about having smooth or flawless skin. The first instinct was to survive. The rest didn’t matter.

I stepped out of my dress and walked to the large mirror on the dresser. I stared at myself, turning to my sides. I could count my ribs but somehow, I knew it wouldn't last. I was eating well these days. Soon, I'd look well fed like those maids and maybe, just maybe I'll look good by their side.

I made my way to the bathroom and repeated what the maids did to the bathtu