With operatic flair, she began to sing, her voice soaring and dipping with precision. As she progressed, she started to become immersed in her singing. It was as though she went back to a time when she was free and happy.
This was all she craved: to be free and happy.
Life was too cruel for her. She found it embarrassing to let people know her own mother treated her like a sworn enemy, so she hid it and was bullied for always looking unkempt.
Sometimes she wished that the witch she lived with wasn't her mother. She hadn't found out why they moved so often, as her mother wasn't concerned about her opinions on such matters.
She kept singing, all the melodies suppressed within her for years bursting forth, but on a high note, she faltered, her voice cracking. Matteo, who was watching with rapt attention, winced, and Rosalie caught it. Her eyes darted around, and she wished the ground would just swallow her.
