Chapter 40

"I think this is okay, Grace. You already look stunning. Even as you laid in that bed, unconscious, you still looked beautiful." She groaned and rolled her eyes, "Oh please, don't remind me of those days. It was crazy seeing my face like that, I was terrified that the scars would never fade." I laughed as I moved closer to her as she adjusted her dress. I helped her put on her necklace around her neck - the emerald one I made for her. "Well they did." She stopped, seeming frozen for the briefest seconds then she screamed and hugged me tightly. "You found it!" "I snatched it from that witch's neck, she had it on." "Maybe, you should have strangled her with it," she suggested and we both broke out in a git of laughter. "Oh no, please," I said amidst laughter, "I don't want to end up in jail like Richie. I'm sure her father would make sure I rot in jail." "Mark wouldn't allow it," she wiggled her brows. I rolled my eyes, "Oh please, that one is in the past now." Funny enough, since the da