The edges of the rose-colored silk and satin sheets were tattered with loveless words. The ones Charlotte's mother would yell at her when she wouldn't behave as “a young lady of her social standing” should. Yes, Charlotte's family was wealthy as ever. They passed the beggars by every day hardly ever offering them a penny. Today, she was in great trouble for wandering off with a homeless boy at the park. But Charlotte only hoped to help the boy. He told her he hadn't had a substantial meal in days.
She didn't wish to dine with her family tonight, so she ran upstairs and hid away in her mother's bedroom. She wondered if her family had even noticed.
The large mirror that sat before her, fed with the vainness of the morning and evening, suddenly spoke to her with a soft voice. “Beauty lies here, but not in the heart”.
She imagined everything on the walls crashing down to nothing. Charlotte smiled and looked into her mother's jewelry box. “And maybe the rings w