” Suddenly Mary realised what she meant. “I am not red because of Imogen; it is something else with me.” She let the dress fall to the floor, sh...wing everything. “That butterfly looks amazing,” said Rosie, “but I have to ask what it means.”Mary blushed. “I am not really sure, things keep happening to me. This man takes me to appointments, and I am being worked on. I signed a form to give my consent, but I don’t know how I will finish up.” “I suppose our group of ladies are in a similar. I know. But, it'sreally hard for me to get excited over some of the decisions the two ofyou have made for me without asking for my opinion."This isn't a history lesson. I'm eighteen as I write this memoir. It'sgoing to be a short story because my life really didn't get interestinguntil three years ago. Life would have continued to be pretty normalexcept for the Greenfield family's son William. His interjection into mylife changed me forever.You see, the Greenfield family, technically Abigail. When lily was standing again she could feel herself blushing from head to toe. she wasn't sure if Paige had seen her ugly scars but it still made her feel uneasy. she made sure her dress was straightened, and then smiled the biggest smile she could, hoping to displace her uneasiness. Paige stuck out her hand and said, "hi im Paige Powell. its a pleasure to meet you."lily hesitated for only a moment before shaking her hand and replying, "Lily Morgan, im s o sorry about that. usually im much more. Yes Stacey and I have grown closer in other ways but the family bond does feel stronger.Just after eleven there was a knock at the door and I went to answer it.“Hi Robbie!” Jessica beamed as she moved forward and hugged me, planting a quick soft kiss on my lips.“Hi Jessica” I managed to speak out after she stepped back. “Hi Melody” I turned to the shy red haired girl standing to the side. I moved forward and gave her a hug too which she warmly returned.“Who are these little cuties?” Stacey.