NORA’S POINT OF VIEW.The muffled sound of the live band I could see through the window played away while I had to clutch the bouquet of black roses mixed with lilies, keeping my teeth ground together so I wouldn’t scream bloody murder.Everything felt like it’s boiled down to the last second. Helen stood a few steps away from me, fussing over her red, scandalous dress in front of the mirror, and applying bright blood-red lipstick before blowing a kiss to herself.Her eyes meet mine in the mirror, and her smirk turns even wider, more sinister.“Oh, my daughter… what do you think about your mother’s dress?”“You are not my mother.” I hissed, wishing more than anything that my eyes were as sharp as knives.“Oh, but I am, Nora. I may not have birthed you, but I am your mother. Let’s be honest, who else is?I’ll let you in on a little secret, I picked you from an orphanage, baby…..I gave you life, and now, you have to repay us.”I tried to pretend to be shocked at that information, but I
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