• I wanted to escape the palace unnoticed but that was not how it happened.
    I walked past the Study where, unfortunately, my sisters had gathered and were gossiping. I suppressed a shriek of anger and quickened my pace, hoping they were too involved in conversation to notice me. But I just managed to catch Clarice, my eldest sister's, eye.
    "Oh, Evangeline, there you are, where is the tea I asked you to make?" she asked with a tone of impatience. I stopped in mid-step. I wanted to turn and slap them all, but instead I faced them with an expression of complete calm. Clarice then noticed my luggage. "What are you doing with those?" I had caught my other sisters' attention by now.
    They all had condescending looks on their faces. Now was my time to bid them my farewell, not that they deserved it. I smirked. "I, my dear sisters, am leaving." I said sarcastically and boldly. My voice echoed through the Study. They were taken aback, and that's just how I wanted them to be. "Where are you going then? We did not give you permission to leave." Talia, my second eldest sister, asked.
    I scoffed. "You do not own me. I am not your possession. So you have no right to tell me if I can leave or not." They look bewildered. During my eighteen years as their slave I had never once spoken up.
    "Goodbye sisters..." I boomed, then grimly added "See you all in hell."
    They shrieked and gasped and stared open-mouthed while I skipped down the hall, toward my new and happier life with my dearest Damian, all the while laughing with such grand and genuine merriment.