I was always told I was never good enough. Never pretty enough. Never mature enough. Never enough of anything. As I got older, my father made me wear beatiful, delicate Venetian masks. The only time I was ever allowed to remove them was to shower and sleep. He kept me hidden in his palace.
I have never set foot outside, and now, after 16 years of this dreary life, I've had enough.
It's my turn to shine.
(A/N: This is just a little idea I had. It's still forming, so progress and updating may be a little slow.)