Chapter I

I am Lavoshkin Moldafd Mortaria a forgotten daughter, mother, grandmother and great grandmother. Living in this pitiful world where only the rich can escape. Sadly I am rich too. You see, being rich gives you no experience, none at all. And anyway what’s the point of being rich when you’re not beautiful. I was born a ghost. Invisible. My parents lost me once. So they decided to put a veil on my head. I’ve kept it on since. It keeps me alive for now, its meant to last for one hundred years. I am dead now. I am a ghost.