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Six years ago

What is that on my head?

Dazed, I try to touch the source of this burning sensation.

It's damp.

My eyelids are heavy, but I force them open, wanting to

see what sticks to my fingers.

Nothing.

"What were you thinking?" someone asks.

Who?

"I'm talking to you. Please, answer." Disappointment

lingers in that voice, distant and muffled. "Skady. Blohm.

What's wrong with you?"

Skady? Nobody calls me by my given name, only Father

when...

Ohhh.

It's serious. I force my eyelids open and recognize

Father's perplexed face. He stands in front of the floorlength mirror in the suite, holding the charred remains of a

veil in his hand. And there's Mother, leaning against the

desk next to him, arms crossed, her eyes as far away from

me as possible.

"What's gotten into you?" Father inquires, waving the

gossamer fabric in front of my eyes as if trying to hypnotize

me. The rustling of the silk sounds like a thousand needles

simultaneously piercing my eardrums.

Frantically, I snatch the veil from his hand. "Nothing," I

shout, not even sure why. "Just leave me alone!"

Are tears welling up in my eyes? Why are the wine-red

curtains of the hotel room suddenly blurred?

Now, Mother steps forward. "Stop pretending, Skady. We

already know," she says in a thin voice.

Dammit. They know about Levi? How?

"Even a blind man could see what's wrong with you." She

shakes her head. "You are—"

"Let me handle this, Ida." Father interrupts, and she falls

silent. He focuses on me with a resigned expression. "Do

you have any idea of the damage you've caused today?" His

tone alone makes me feel nauseous.

He is immensely disappointed. And rightfully so.

I bite my lip, feeling the pain but unable to erase the

memory, even if it's distorted. I remember every detail.

"You've ruined everything. We can forget about the

collection." I wish he would yell at me, but he's so deflated

that I'd rather disappear in shame.

"I'm sorry," I mumble. "That was never..."

Father raises his hand. Although my