CHAPTER SIXTY-THREE
AUTHOR'S POV
Thankfully, the lid had been sewn tightly, if not Tarella's oval face and red lips would've ceased to look attractive. She stared open-mouthed at Dera's intended object of defense. Surprised that Dera could even harbor such extreme thought.
"Dera! Did you mean to harm me with this?" She asked, yearning for more explanation.
"What do you think?" Dera sneered, arranging her collar. Of course, she had been angry enough to wish to erase Tarella's most cherished possession. Since Tarella had no cherished family, the only thing Dera's viciousness could think of was to negatively decorate her physical appearance. Whether her head swole up or her beauty was stained, all Dera wanted was to put a stop to Tarella's excess confidence.
