Chapter11

#Chapter11

Bonus

Masquerade Ball

I almost died.

I'm not even exaggerating. One fine morning, I woke up with a scrumptious breakfast meal of potatoes and porridge. I was happily chomping on my mushy potatoes when an invitation landed on the breakfast table. I looked up at Aunt Brank, and she was smiling down at me with one of her horrendous smiles that never fails to send chills down my spine.

Maria and Anna were also sharing the same smiles, and for a moment, they looked like Aunt Brank. It's creepy how we're all somewhat related.

I looked down at the invitation on the table, with half-chewed potatoes in my mouth. And I read a familiar name in the neatest, most elegant handwriting; Elizabeth Higgins.