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Andrew's POVI have never liked Maria.Not once.People always assume hatred has to come from some dramatic event.It doesn't.Sometimes, you simply spend enough years watching someone behave a certain way until you can no longer stand being around them.That's how it was with Maria.She was pathetic.Always had been.Always apologizing.Always looking frightened.Always acting as though the entire world had personally wronged her.And the worst part?I never believed it.Not completely.There was something about her that felt fake.The lowered eyes.The trembling voice.The constant apologies.The way she made herself smaller whenever someone entered the room.Everyone else saw weakness.I saw manipulation.Because somehow, no matter what happened...Maria always ended up receiving sympathy.Someone was always defending her.A teacher.A servant.A classmate.And now...Damien.That was what irritated me most.My younger sister had spent years trying to get Damien's attention.Yet Ma

Maria's POVThe next morning, I woke up before my alarm.For a few seconds, I simply stared at the ceiling.Then I remembered.Damien.The garden.My notebook.The list I'd written because I was tired of being afraid.I reached beneath my pillow and pulled out the notebook.The pages were slightly bent from how often I'd carried it around.I opened to the list.Speak without apologizing.Walk with my head up.Look people in the eye.Stop shaking every time someone calls my name.Learn to believe in myself.I stared at the words.Yesterday, they had seemed impossible.Today...They still seemed impossible.But perhaps impossible didn't mean I couldn't try.I added another line.Learn how to present myself with confidence.I looked at it for several seconds.I had spent years hiding beneath oversized clothes.Not because I liked them.Because they made me feel less noticeable.Less exposed.If people couldn't see me properly, perhaps they would have fewer reasons to judge me.But that h

Maria's POV By the time I reached home, my arms were aching. I looked down at the shopping bags in my hands. There were more of them than I'd expected. Clothes. Shoes. A few accessories. Things I had never imagined buying for myself. For years, I had owned clothes because someone else had decided what I should wear. Now, for the first time... I had chosen them myself. I pushed open the front door. The house was unusually quiet. I stepped inside. Mother was sitting in the living room. Catherine was beside her. Andrew stood near the window. All three of them looked at the bags in my hands. Catherine's eyes narrowed immediately. "What are those?" I tightened my fingers around the handles. "Clothes." Her expression changed. "Clothes?" I nodded. "Damien took me shopping." Silence. The kind of silence that warned me I had said too much. Mother slowly stood. "Damien?" I swallowed. "He said I needed clothes for the Founder’s Ball." Catherine's face hardened. "

Andrew's POVSomething was wrong with Maria.I knew it the moment she walked into the kitchen that morning.Not because she looked different.Because she acted different.Maria had always been predictable.That was one of the few things I appreciated about her.If someone spoke sharply to her, she apologized.If someone gave her an order, she obeyed.If someone insulted her, she lowered her head.If Catherine mocked her, Maria disappeared.If Father became angry, Maria became silent.There had always been comfort in knowing exactly how she would react.But lately...I couldn't predict her anymore.And I hate that, they is nothing more irritating that an uncontrollable pest.She had started looking people in the eye.She answered questions.She walked differently.She had even started wearing clothes that didn't make her look like she was trying to disappear.And yesterday, she had stood in the kitchen and told me she belonged somewhere.I still couldn't believe she'd said it.I do bel

Catherine's POVI didn't sleep much that night.Not because I felt guilty.Because I was thinking.There was a difference.Guilt made people hesitate.I wasn't going to hesitate.By morning, I had already decided exactly what I wanted.I didn't want Maria expelled.I didn't want her injured.I didn't even want her humiliated in front of everyone immediately.That would be too easy.Too obvious.I wanted something worse.I wanted her to believe, for once, that things were finally going to be different.Then I wanted to be the person who reminded her that they weren't.I wanted her confidence to crack.Not completely.Just enough.Enough for her to question herself again.Enough for her to wonder whether Damien had been wrong about her.Enough for her to remember the girl she used to be.The girl who apologized.The girl who lowered her head.The girl who never dared to say no.That girl had been so much easier to control.And I wanted her back.---At breakfast, Maria entered the dinin