them to school, to sleep, and most annoyingly, to the dinner table.
“Elara, it’s a formal gala dinner,” Julian snapped, his patience finally breaking as he looked at her gloved hands gripping a silver fork. “Take those ridiculous things off. Now.“
Elara flinched, pulling her hands into her lap. “I can’t, Dad. I told you… I have a skin rash. It’s ugly.continue reading …