Chapter 63

"Are you sure about this, Bell?" Seated in the far end of Bellatrix's dressing room, Claire eyed her friendly wearily. Her demeanor was too lively, almost as if flowers were blooming all around her, yet the smile that adorned her lips looked anything but friendly, innocent even. It made Claire shiver slightly. "Of course I'm sure," Came Bellatrix's response with a slight hum as she picked out her jewelry, holding it against her neck before nodding in approval. "This is the only way I can get to see my father. Regina," She played with the name on her tongue, smiling rather than scowling. "She has the type of power that can easily keep me from visiting my father. But you see, that power comes from her image. What do you think will happen the moment she's forced to act by that image, even when it's against her will?" She asked as she clasped the necklace around her neck—considering it the finishing touch as she turned to face Claire, giving her a quick look over. "How is it?" "You look st