Bianca

“Bianca, what do you think about what I told you yesterday, my dear daughter?” she asked, pushing the door open. My eyes widened in shock as I saw her smiling.

She stood in the doorway, her auburn hair framing her face. I slowly sat up in bed, my heart pounding in my chest. She stepped into the room and closed the door behind her. I moved back as she approached me.

“M—Mother,” I stammered. Her expression was filled with malice. She stopped in front of me and looked at me. Her lips parted, and her eyes narrowed.

Everything about her seemed sinister, including her aura. I curled into a...