Chapter 4
Delmarre was a girl who had many times been described as looking just like a doll. It was a comparison that she hated, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t pretty damned accurate. She was far from tall, not even reaching five foot five, with long blonde curls that fell halfway down her back. That was when she actually wore it down, which was almost never. She found that it got in the way and so she kept it in a messy bun on top of her head, exactly the way it was as she stood in front of this bizarre place.
She had slightly almond shaped eyes, a trait she had inherited from her father, and they glowed a striking green against her porcelain skin. She was a truly beautiful girl who really did look like she belonged on a shelf of Madame Alexanders, which was why her disposition was so u
