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e words cutting deep, but I could

alk about my m

efend my mother's memory. Instead, I could only sob q

one. "I'm so sorry," I whispered, my voice cracking. "I'm so, so sorry," I repeated, pressing my hand to the cold, wet earth,

tears," Aunt Lydia said harshly. "Meet me in t

to regain some strength to fight back

. You've just lost your only sibling,

ard on the face, cutting me off. "How

s as I stared a

from? Had she forgotten I'm

a curse to the Benson family! You're the reason they're

to respond. So, I paid my last respects, my head bowed, before wa

of the tears I had no strength left to shed. Just as we neared the house, Aunt Lydia pulled the car over abruptly, her

t," she

sbelief and confusion. "But...

ford to have you in my space for just a

rain..." I started

t Lydia snapped. "G

out into the downpour, the cold water

be so cruel

another word, Aunt Lydia drove off, le

med staring at the car t

l reminder of my isolation, of how completely my life had changed in just a few days. How I went from a Princess

e faint scent of expensive cologne, one that wasn't familiar to me. Confused at the cars p

itor," Ella said, her

the polished wooden floor. "Who is it?" I asked, my voice b

Ella replied with a grin, as sh

f for what awaited me. The scent of the cologne grew stronger, and as I turned the