Reborn Beyond Their Remorse
A scalding drop of wax splattered onto the back of my hand, causing me to yelp in pain.
My parents turned their heads, their eyes brimming with undisguised disgust.
"Why are you so clumsy all the time?" barked my dad.
I remained silent, but inside, I was bubbling with excitement.
That was because I had been reborn, flung back to my birthday.
In Doreraford, everyone had heard about Andrea Jordan, the delicate darling of the city.