Chapter 389 – New Family

• Steady and bold, I walk back to the bathroom door, slipping an elaborate blue brocade robe off of a hook and slipping it over my arms. As I tie the belt around my waist, I let myself slip into that Cream Puff Princess attitude that Faiza and I spent hours practicing.
• Dumb as a rock, I say to myself, emptying my mind of anger and violence and pain. Pretty as a picture. No thoughts, just a desire to please.
• I paste my best Princess smile on my mouth, but then alter it slightly, reminding myself that I’m not supposed to be deranged. That I’m also scared, and new to this world, even if I’m going to pretend to be happy to be here.