Freya
“My mo—“I began and then stopped. I can’t talk about my old life with her. I can’t tell her of my silver, gem covered vanity back home.
“Pardon?” Evelyn asked and I struggled to recover.
“My mother dreamed of such extravagance,” I stammered, which wasn’t entirely a lie. She’d often talked about the palace and the one time she’d been there and how she’d loved the ballroom especially. It was why my mother had had the ballroom redone when I was young, trying to mirror the palaces. At least that’s what I’d been told. I hadn’t seen it yet.
“All women deserve to be pampered and treated like princesses, don’t you agree?” Evelyn said as she reached in her drawer and pulled out a silver necklace, set with sapphires. She then surprised me by putting it around my neck, grinning from ear
