Chapter 137 Unpretty Face

• Candace
• For the third morning in a row, I pull my covers over my head as lunch approaches and rub eyes gritty from crying.
• Well, not exactly the third morning in a row. The very next day, I tried. I got up, made myself beautiful even as Ingrid fluttered around me, saying I didn’t have to go out if I didn’t want to. But I knew Estrella was exhausted, and there was no way Raven would be well enough to handle the ritual yet. I wouldn’t leave my sister-in-law by herself. Then, I stepped out of the tent—not even out of our cluster of tents, just my very own—and the whispers started.