vivre wakes up naked in a castle with no memory of how she got there.
she tries to find her way out, with the help of a man named Raphael. except it looks like there may be no way out. and Raphael may not be have the most friendly of intentions.
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TESSA WHITE SLEEPS LIKE SHE'S DEAD. An ethereal glow beats underneath her skin and her hair lies around her face like a wreath. She lies immobile, with her hands placed above her stomach, and doesn't seem to mind. Sometimes, she feels faint memories. Loud laughter and sly glances. Numb fingers and flushed cheeks.
Then, a pulse of warmth.
It hits her all at once. It hurts. Her lips part in a pained gasp and cold air fills her lungs. When she opens her eyes, it's to see shards of glass flying down at her.
Tessa White screams.
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Vivre runs forward, hand outreached. She doesn't know what she wants to do to Tessa. Comfort her? Protect her? Stop her from screaming? But Raphael grabs her by the sleeve and pulls her aside. Just in time. Tessa White throws her shoe at them. It hits the wall right behind where Vivre's head was.
They duck into the rows of clothes. Vivre hides underneath a skirt of periwinkle. Raphael presses against a trio of pale corsets. Tessa White breaks into hysterical sobs. She curls into a ball and screams into her ballgown.
"I thought you said she was your friend," Raphael yells, clapping his hands over his ears.
"I said I knew her!" Vivre shouts. "We're not exactly on the best of terms!"
