Bianca
The walk from the palace to the gardens felt longer than usual, or maybe that was just because I kept second-guessing my decision to tell Isaac everything. But deep down, I knew I’d made the right choice. Isaac had given me every reason to trust him, and I couldn’t keep the truth from him any longer.
Isaac, strolling beside me with his hands in his pockets, shot me a glance. “You’re awfully dressed up,” he teased. “I was expecting you to be wearing those dusty old overalls you’ve been obsessed with lately.”
I rolled my eyes. “You mean my mother’s overalls?” It was true; I had kept them after our trip to Silvermist. They fit nicely, and they made me feel more connected to my mother. If I was delusional enough, I could almost smell her perfume on the fabric.
Isaac shru
