Alcina could always see the things you fought so hard to hide. She could see the way the corner of your smile twitched when you forced it too hard. The way you’d lean a bit too close to the edge of the balcony. She knew you were destroying yourself, she just didn’t know why. She’d watched you’d grow nauseous before forcing yourself to guzzle down another drink.

“Darling, don’t you think you’ve had quite enough? You look ill - I wouldn’t want you to ruin your new dress.”