If there's one thing that has never changed between my two lives, it's the sound of a party. The clinking glasses, the constant hum of chatter, and the occasional laugh that climbs above all the noise, the sounds are eternal and transcend time.
I, however, most certainly am not. My godlike powers only serve as a reminder of my mortality. I have died once after all, in the pinnacle of my youth. By some crazy factor of bad luck, I have reincarnated as a princess. But I may still die once again when I turn 16 if Julian was right.
"You look beautiful," a voice that has tormented my nightmares for years says behind me.
"Thank you, Mother," I reply in monotone. The backs of my calves grow itchy with remembrance.
