I stared at the ceiling of the lavish bedroom, my fingers digging into the silk sheets.
The bed was too soft, the air too sweet with the scent of jasmine, and the silence too loud.
I needed a minute to myself after the breakfast today where everyone was loud and chaotic and messy and... lovely
It was absolutely lovely.
It was everything I wished my family would be growing up.
No one tipped toed around anyone, no one chewed quietly because staying in the background was the goal because the light was filled with snide remarks and hurtful statement and abuse.
I spent the last nineteen years in silence, knowing my place. Shrinking myself. Eating only when I was sure that everyone else has had their full.
But today, at breakfast, I wore the crown of the lycan King on my head and Marie laughed like it was the most hilarious thing on earth.
Food was passed around like everyone was equal, hell, I was given the honor of taking the first bite from the turkey leg. Me. Little me.
