The memories flooded my mind as I trudged onwards.
"Andrea?" My mother's melodic voice entered my ears. I look up to see her standing at the foot of my bed, with her hands crossed. "Andy, get up and get dressed, the guests have arrived and you know your father won't be pleased if you don't come down." I look back at the book in my hands but sigh in defeat knowing that my mother won't budge.
"I'll be down in a few minutes" I say, reassuringly and my mother leaves with a slight nod. I watch her retreating figure clad in an elegant red gown. She was always so graceful, so beautiful, unlike me.
I get dressed quickly in the blue gown my father said I was to wear and leave my room. When I reach the stairs, I take a moment and glance into the mirror perched on the wall nearby.
A girl looks back at me. She looks pretty but you can see the sadness, the scars she has and you realise that she isn't perfect, that she is weak. That is something that can't be tolerated in this household. I blink and that girl is gone. Hidden behind a mask of cold aloofness. This girl is strong, she is beautiful and she has no scars, she is perfect.
She isn't me.
