Mathilda
"Tilda, wake up." My eyes instantly flutter open in an absolute daze as I try to figure out what clothes I am wearing because I feel kind of sore.
My eyes meet that of my mother's gorgeous green eyes. For a moment I wonder if I am dreaming until I feel her hand on my arm.
"Mother?" I call out quietly, rubbing the back of my palm over my face as I sit up right, as I take off the jacket I had worn yesterday, "how did you get in here?"
"It wasn't hard. Odette, your bodyguard let me in." She says, staring into my eyes with concern. I gently swat her hand away when she attempts to brush my hair backward.
"How have you been, my child?"
Tumbling out of the bed, I go to stand in front of the window as I fold my arms across my chest. "As you can see I am not a crying mess."
"Tilda, I…"
