Aurora’s POV
Mrs. Ashford’s eyes widen, and she stares at me for a moment. She blinks, takes a sip of her coffee, and the stares. It's the most flustered she's been since she arrived unlike me who is sweating and shaking.
I continue to explain, “Ever since my mom told me about the ring, I've been looking for it to see if I can find in my real family. I don't know why your ring was with me, especially since I'm human, but any information would be helpful.”
Mrs. Ashford’s eyes roamed me again, and again they land on my hair. I'm used to it because silver hair on someone who's in their twenties isn't exactly normal. And this isn't the kind of silver that comes with age or box dye.
The stairs used to bother me, but after years of people watching me and looking at me like I'm a freak, I got
