Elizabeth
I stood in the bathroom looking at myself. I didn’t look any different… Dropping my gown on the floor, I climbed into the shower. I felt different! My sweet spot slightly aching after last night. I guess I was no longer sweet innocent little Elizabeth! Or was I ever? I sure as hell wasn’t after I killed his father!
I can’t think about that now. I had better get my butt into gear. Michael would be back any minute, then I needed to be ready to leave. We decided to fly back to the city and make some arrangements for the funeral, then return in time for the ball. I didn’t want to, but he didn’t want me missing out on what he called “an important event in my life”. Seeing as it would be my last mating ball that I would be attending, I guess he was right.
WITH EVERYTHING PACKED and
