Elaria didn't think too much of it.
She didn't bother correcting the way she was addressed either. Just nodded and went along.
Mrs. Harmon's hands trembled harder. The richest lady in Cloudmere, her fingers hovered near that tiny red mole on Elaria's neck like she was touching something beyond precious.
Could it be? Could this really be the daughter she lost all those years ago?
Hope sparked in her eyes, but she was terrified of being wrong. Her fingers brushed the back of Elaria's head as she muttered softly, "Mrs. Richards, I think there's a white hair on the back of your head. Let me get it for you."
Elaria blinked. "Really? Never noticed one before."
With a gentle tug, Mrs. Harmon pulled out a soft, dark strand. She handed over a fresh outfit for Elaria to change in
