Lydia's Point Of View
The sun shone brighter this morning, or perhaps that glow stemmed from my own brilliance reflecting off the bathroom mirror. I hummed a sugary K-pop melody while brushing my teeth, my hips swaying to a beat only I could hear.
I twirled on the bathmat, the silk of my robe fluttering around my legs like a victory cape. Each movement felt choreographed, as if I were starring in my own music video. For once, the world made perfect sense.
I felt lighter than air. No, I felt like the air itself: everywhere, essential, and utterly untouchable. The world had finally aligned itself according to my design, and the satisfaction was intoxicating. This must be what chess masters feel when they deliver checkmate, I thought, grinning at my reflection.
I skipped down the stairs, nearly scaring the life out of our head maid, Maria. Her hand flew to her chest as I bounded past, her weathered face a portrait of surprise.
