"Metamorphosis."
Isis.
"Quite frankly Sir, I don't care if she's escaped from jail. Rather tell me that she's dead."
Isis was a whole new creation. She felt like she didn't have to pretend anymore since there was nobody to tell her that she should wear dresses that went up to her ankle or not be able to get a tattoo.
The woman whom she'd always grown to look up to, was a masquerade. She had all the chess pieces together. Her father was just a pawn.
