Wearing Black (or: I'm Not Bad, I'm Just Danced That Way)
― She’s the one they think of. She’s the real one. Her suffering is always remembered, whereas mine is ignored at best.It doesn’t occur to anyone that I simply did what I was told to by my father.He came home one day and announced we were going to the ball at the castle. My heart was in my throat: there had been no balls in my life thus far. He took me to the court and paraded me around, proud, while everyone else admired me.And suddenly, the crowd gave way to the most handsome young man I'd ever [...].
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