Mathilda
It's been two nights since the discovery of Cahill's mate. Theodora Wilson. The fact that I knew something wouldn't go right since her arrival made me even more depressed. Cahill has a mate. Even though we're married, the moon goddess still gave him a mate. Which gave off that I am not rightfully his. It's that woman, Theodora who's meant to be Luna and not me. I am undergoing excruciating distress right now. I've remained locked up in my old room at the Brewer's house. Lack of personal hygiene, puffy crying eyes like I got punched in the face, and an empty stomach.
I look the exact opposite of Mathilda. Pale, lean, and completely fragile. With this darkness on my puffy eyelids like I got punched in the face. My hair is completely in a mess and I look like a ghost, still wearing the same dark dress I wore at the annual Blackwood ceremony two nights ago.
