One of the most conflicting presents she remembered getting for Christmas for the holidays was a beautiful polkadotted, flared skirt party dress meant as the crowned jewel icing for any event.
Yet she had thought it the most cruel, tainted joke of at her expense, even though she could feel her grandparents’ intentions had been loving.
For she had been branded pariah, outcast.
She did not belong to the poorer society where her mother had obtained housing, and she was no longer included in highborn because of her legacy.
Even as a child, she’d had an intolerance for predators harming innocents.
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