She straightened and her face wrinkled in confusion. Who was this Imogen and why were they quarreling over her? She sighed and rubbed her forehead as she turned to go to the bathroom.

Why did they keep comparing her to Imogen? What did they really see in her? Hazel pulled the doorknob and pushed the door as she let out a breath into the air. Whoever she was, she'd know later but for now, she had to prepare for the day. She concluded and shook away the thought.

She walked to the vanity and stared at her pale complexion in the mirror. Hazel unzipped her gown and it dropped to...