{Hi! Forgive me if I must do this, but I not just in the mood to write for now. I am emotionally unstable to hold back tears as I desperately try to think of something to write for today due to personal circumstances. I hope you would understand. :D Nevermind the chapter below. Thanks. }
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The night was indeed lovely for the students of Gilead Academy as they arrived either by themselves, by pairs, or with their friends such as myself this evening. Faint, melodious music can now be heard as soon as we approached the doors of the castle.
I complained for, I think the nth time already, of how itchy I felt particularly in my face as I am so tempted to scratch it-- hard. But then that wouldn't be so feminine of me, then there is a high risk of ruining my makeup if I did so. Poor Maggie, who worked so hard to make me look pleasant this evening, if that ever happens.
