The small room was empty. We were surrounded by ice walls and a steel door. Didn’t Jameson drag us through the tunnels? I wondered as I accepted Cedric’s hand and allowed him to help me up. Then, aloud, I added, “I’m not sure where we are anymore. This is not one of the rooms they live in. This looks like a cell.”
Didn’tSuddenly, the door opened, and my mother was pushed in.
“Why are we here?” Cedric demanded when his father followed his grandmother inside. He was being too forceful, and I feared Jameson’s response.
“You are here because the Goddess commanded it,” Jameson replied, holding out a black bag. “Get dressed.”
* * *
My mother chose the emerald green formal gown from the bag and silver high heels. She left me a dark blue beaded one. It was knee length, which showed off the sc
