Ella’s heart had been golden and rosy and sunshiny for long enough that it felt familiar, but not so long that she didn’t still pause every day to rejoice in it.
What color is my heart today? she asked her reflection in the mirror that morning, and the answer was that her heart held all the colors of dawn, blushing pinks, soft golds, and glowing oranges.
What color is my heart today?Her heart didn’t feel like something made of muscle and blood. It felt like a rose. A rose that had come into full bloom, basking in warm sunshine with its petals spread joyously wide.
Hedgepeth sang under her breath while she tidied the dressing table, a tune that Ella hummed on her way down the stairs. The breakfast parlor was warm and cozy, brimming with scent and sound. She paused in the doorway and took
