Jasmine:
The more familiar I grew with my surroundings, the more comfortable I felt. Now I understood the kind of power this woman called Margaret wielded.
And by extension, that power fell on me.
I did not realize it soon enough even though they made it crystal clear, from how the servants docked me in the halls, and how they avoided eye contact with me.
I did not realize it at first. But when I did, the feeling of intoxication set in.
I stared at the necklace in my neck, wondering if it wasn't too shabby for the party they were having.
" I don't like this one" I said to the servant simply, tossing it off of my neck and into the far end of the table.
From the vanish mirror, I could see her face contort into small discomfort and perhaps anger.
" This is the last necklace that the
