Claimed By Labête: The Beast
I wasn’t sure what I was going to expect.
But when my gaze landed on her, I froze.
Elysia didn’t look sad like I had expected.
She sat on the bed, dressed in a beautiful white dress. Her hair was done, her lips painted, and she looked… beautiful, a bright smile playing on her lips.
“Sylvie, what are you doing here?” she asked, all cheerfully.
I didn’t respond. I just stood there, staring at her, confused. What the hell was going on?