Torrey Cival

She was the hidden daughter. Youngest of three sisters, and shamed for existing. • “No man would want a girl like you.” “You’re going to become a spinster.” “No dress could make you less ugly.” • Both her older sisters, Daphne and Marrin, were beautiful girls of the ton. They had both debuted and had many noblemen calling on them. • This was Torrey’s third year as a debutante and not one man had ever made a move. She was practically invisible, and everyone always says it was because of her size and looks. She knew it too, deep down, even if it hurt. • Tonight was yet another ball where she was destined to be a wallflower. More like a wallweed though, she was no flower. She was watching the people dance, mesmerized, wishing she could be spun around just once. • I may make her sisters too. • (Be whatever you want, hate ya💋)