Thea’s POV
I kept staring at Aurora in shock. When Margaret mentioned she’d fallen into depression, I never imagined it would be this bad.
She looked nothing like her former self. She had clearly tried to dress up, or maybe Margaret had forced her to, and while her black jeans, navy halter top, and wedge sandals. looked fine enough, they did nothing to improve her overall appearance.
Her face was pale; that once lustrous blonde hair now looked greasy and thin. Her cheekbones stood out too, but not in a good way–she looked like she’d lost a significant
amount of weight.
I heard my mom’s soft gasp beside me. We took a step forward. I really wasn’t sure what
to do. I didn’t know whether to welcome them or avoid them.
Mom took the initiative and walked me toward them. The two turned to look at us.
“Welcome,” I said softly, feeling incredibly awkward.
Margaret smiled at me, but when her gaze fell on my mom, noticing how she protectively wrapped her arm around my waist, her smile dimmed a little.
“Thank you,” she responded, her tone as light and awkward as mine had been.
My eyes went back to Aurora, and I found her staring at me. When I saw her expression up close, I nearly gasped, even more shocked.
Those once vibrant eyes were now dull and lifeless. It was as if the will to live and breathe
had been sucked out of her.
There was no malice or anger in the way she looked at me. In fact, there was nothing. She seemed to be in a great deal of pain and trying to numb herself.
I didn’t understand why, because I don’t think I’d ever been in her position, but somehow
I understood her. Strangely, I felt sorry for her.
“You can head straight to the backyard. The other guests haven’t arrived yet, but there are
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some people already there,” Mom told them after I remained silent for a moment.
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