BERYL
I wake up to streams of light hitting my face. I groan and try to bury myself under the blanket which is swiftly ripped away.
I turn to see Camilla standing on the bedside, hands on her hips frowning.
“What is it Camilla?” I groan.
“You can't sleep all day Beryl.” she says. “You've got to get ready for your date with Henry.” she says while smiling happily.
I look at the clock and it's only three in the afternoon.
“It won't take four hours to be ready.” I say. “By the way, how did you find out about tonight?” I frown.
“I have my sources Beryl.” she shrugs. “Now get up, will you?”
She gasps after pulling me to the closet. She touches the green material which was once a beautiful dress.
“I'm sorry Camilla.” I apologise quietly. I'm so much ashamed of myself.
The tears glisteni
