Azalea
I felt a hand on my shoulder, shaking me awake. I looked around, remembering where I was. John was standing over me.
“Wake up, Miss Lea. You should change for dinner. He sent up some clothes,” said John. He left me alone once again. Not thinking I had much of a choice at this point, I got up and grabbed the bag of clothes that John left on the table. I went to the bathroom to change.
Inside the bag was a green dress with short sleeves and some short heels. It was pretty and fit well, but I was too numb to care. I let my hair down, finger combing it into gentle curls down my back. I brushed my teeth before going back into the bedroom. I sat on the bed with my hands on my lap; I absentmindedly rubbed at the remaining bruise marks still on my wrists.
A few minutes later, there w
