Saved by the Devil [EDITING]

6•Wednesday

•Diavolo DeLuca•

Davina is so small and harmless, it's been three days since she told me about her school situation and today she starts her classes. She's really excited but has expressed some concerns — she's scared of being dumb and not learning anything, which I believe it's quite normal for anyone who goes to school, but her trauma goes deeper than just a simple fear we all share.

I've noticed how much she has been abused through the days; the mere sight of the bodyguards and my brothers makes her shrink. The only ones who can come near her without her backing away are Elena, Alexandria and myself. Yesterday when her school supplies arrived, I found it adorable how excited she was for such normal things like notebooks and pens, but I think the meaning of having those things is what she's most excited about.

Davina and I made a deal that every day, without a miss, I would visit her for lunch and she would show me her progress. I had my mother's old art studio converted into a classroom for Davina; she needs it more than all those canvases and easels collecting dust. Though they were a way to keep my mother's memory intact, she would've approved of the change.

"Davina," I gently knocked on her door "are you ready?"

"Yes," she said as she swung the door open from the inside. Last night I told her she could wear her PJs if she wanted because she's going to be in the house, but the girl was so excited to create an outfit of her choosing — I'm happy that picking her own clothes gives her a sense of safety. Davina chose to wear a fucsia cropped cutout Versace cardigan, a black midi skirt from Versace as well, and a pair of knee-high black leather boots from Versace as well.