Esmeralda

I was able to look past the annoying little piece of clothing that Identified me as one of the workers of the Blood Moon Pack and acknowledge that I was beautiful.

Beyond this uniform, I was beautiful.

Staining my cheeks in the shades of a rose as a blush worked upon it, I ran my hand over my hair, giving myself one final look before leaving the mirror.

Work called.

But I found my legs taking me to the huge window that revealed the sight of a garden.

I couldn't tear my gaze from it. No matter how I tried, I just couldn't.

Turning deaf ears to the voices...