Then there was silence, she was sure that Salvaster had disappeared and she knew that the maid avoided her. So, she allowed herself to sink deeper and deeper into the memories of her scars. The scars that held so much pain and memories. Ones that she had always covered, now she wouldn't dare.
She turned to the mirror and let her eyes wander as the voices turned from whispers to public speakers. They all gathered like chairmen and business owners. All judging and picking at the imperfections that she knew all too well but she didn't dare disturb them.
No, she let them judge until they all weren't quiet and one voice spoke, saying,
They wanted perfections forcefully, alright, serve them imperfections in the best way you can. And make sure its chilling cold.
