Constance’s ball is tonight, and in order to antagonize her, I will be crashing the shindig. Let the fun ensue…
Of course, at the sight of my face, Constance was enraged. She’s just an old hag anyway. Although I predicted Constance’s reaction correctly, I did not correctly predict my own. I thought that after many years, I would finally be able to face her, but the pain was just as fresh as the day of the incident. After a tense conversation with the witch and causing quite a scene, I asked my only source of sanity nowadays, my beautiful Sylvia, to dance. She refused and told me to dance with my friends Abigail and Margaret. I was wounded by her rejection, especially after Constance rubbing salt in my wounds. I even witnessed Sylvia flirt with another man, which only upset me further. Constance then screamed at me that she wished that I was dead. If only Constance was dead, then perhaps my pain would be eased…
Claudius Dysquith 