Brianna stood in front of the mirror, staring at her reflection. Her dark hair was neatly combed, and her expression was calm. The woman who stared back at her seemed perfectly normal, a far cry from the person she had been during her time in the asylum.
But beneath the surface, something much darker simmered.
Six years of pretending to be mad had been exhausting. The time had come to let go of that act and move forward with her real plans. The first step was simple— survive, blend in, and prepare for the future—for her revenge.
Brianna turned away from the mirror as she heard a knock on her door. "Come in," she called.
Mrs. Alba entered with a smile. "It's time for dinner, Brianna. I'd like you to meet the other residents."
"Of course," Brianna replied, a polite smile on her lips. "I'd love to."
