~~ Brittany's POV ~~

I stared at the huge dressing mirror in front of me, face blank. Contrary to the beautiful figure in a dazzling black stone dress. Off shoulder dress, long enough to touch the glassy floor underneath me.

I was looking far beyond the physical appearance that stared back at me in an expression that clearly explained one thing - worry.

My last conversation with Emma didn't stop ringing in my ears.

"Mummy, who is my father?"

"Where is he? And why isn't he with us?"

Days had passed yet those words still lingered in my mind like a memory meant to haunt and taunt me in every...