Lady-sonia 17 10 27 Secretly Spying On His Aunt... <RECOMMENDED × PACK>

Aunt Marguerite only poured the tea, and her hand did not tremble.

The Velvet Veil

“The moon is full in three nights, Marguerite. The veil will thin. We must decide—does the girl stay, or does she go?” Lady-Sonia 17 10 27 Secretly Spying On His Aunt...

And from inside, very faintly, someone new was learning to hum.

The room was a sanctuary of oddities. Canvases leaned against every wall—portraits of people Sonia did not recognize, landscapes of places that did not exist. In the center stood a gilded chair, and upon it sat Aunt Marguerite, but transformed. Aunt Marguerite only poured the tea, and her

“Curiosity killed the cat, little dove,” Marguerite had warned, tapping Sonia’s nose with a feather quill.

Tonight, Sonia decided to become a cat.

Her own face.