Hildegarde Serle

Now that she was finally at leisure to read it, she no longer dared to open it. She felt terribly nervous. Was Thorn going to announce his imminent arrival to her? He was perfectly capable of waiting until the morning of the wedding to suddenly appear in front of the altar, a pile of files under each arm.

No one seemed to realize that she was no longer quite herself. Or that maybe, deep down, she’d never been it so much.

The past wasn’t always beautiful to look at, but the errors of the people who had preceded her on Earth had also become her own. If Ophelia had learned one thing in life, it was that errors were indispensible for personal development.