Ever since the marriage has been accepted by mother Miranda it was like your whole life was supposed to be perfect.

You were rich, had three daughters now, a beautiful wife and a giant castle yet there was still that pit in your stomach…the part of you that not matter what felt like you deserved to hate yourself.

It was about 9pm and Alcina had gotten the girls to bed and she went up to the master floor to see her wife.

And there you were…zoned out as you quietly brushed your hair out while staring into the vanity mirror.

Your shared bedroom littered with candles and fancy fabrics and pillows…you almost felt like a brat for feeling like this when you had so much now…but it was like the feeling was just there, almost like it was engraved in your bones.