You learn a lot about a woman when you find her crying on the stairs. Bella and I talked, about many things. I wont write them down. That was between her and myself, and totally not because I had a good deal of cherry bounce after the matter.
We went to her room for a drink and some cake, and I decided to let go of the disguise I was wearing.
I promised her she'll she every face I wear.
She's part dragon, it seems. She showed me golden wings that were of light, and she has beautiful golden scales.
She called my face- my True face beautiful. She called Me beautiful. And my many masks works of art. I never heard that before.
I wonder if she knows she's beautiful too.