Verroa was almost bouncing with joy as she took my lace-gloved hand and sped out of the room, I obviously didn’t complain that the heels she put me in would not allow me to run. The rest of the hallway was filled with orderly chaos as all the Dolls were being dressed up and led to different groups where they had to wait for their talent to be showcased.

“Alright, my darling, stand in this room and wait to be collected.” Verroa said with a deep inhale as she practically shoved me into a waiting room while simultaneously placing a small white flower in my hair by my ear.

With the slam of the door I stand obediently like an abandoned toy waiting for their owner to come & play with them again. And I hated the fact that I craved one of the owners to be there. At least I could move then, even if it wasn’t of free will. Here, with no one in here but a few more silent Dolls, I had no one telling me that I could move or turn or smile or scream or dance or run.

Then I heard a voice whisper out, “Turn around, Honor.”