"Everything is temporary, this is just one of them," Tamira straightened the edges of her gown. "I'm not going to cry, it isn't worth crying."
She glanced at her image in the mirror. The white gown gave her an aura of a bride, it gave her deja vu of her first day in the palace.
The day she arrived at the palace, dressed in white and adorned from head to toe with state of the art jewelry.
A lot of time and passed and things had changed. What once was was not there anymore. The story of her life came to an end right when the middle chapter reached its climax.
So many of her dreams were shattered and the pieces scattered everywhere for the world to see. The image of the person staring back at her in the mirror was not the same person that she was when she first came to the palace.
