Candace
"My Lady, you look so supercalifragilisticexpialidocious!"
My eyes widened in shock as I spun around to see a bright smile on her face.
"How did you learn that?" I giggled.
"I learnt it yesterday for you." She beamed at me.
"Thank you," I smiled back at her and turned to study myself in the floor-length mirror attached to my closet.
With each day, Bree was slowly breaking down the walls around me heart. She was slowly becoming a friend—my friend. Could I trust her?
I pushed the thought into a closet in my mind and locked it. I would brood over it later.
Today, I would be coronated at Luna of Gracespring Pack, three years after my father was killed for being a traitor. I would be crowned in this very Pack that called me murderer and treated me worse than the scum on the earth on that day.
I stared at the ceiling, a large lump sitting in my chest.
"Can you see me, Father? I hope you're proud of me." I whispered, shutting my eyes tight to rein in the tears.
