"Today is the hunting festival," Bridgette said to her niece Umma. She helped Umma brush her hair and tied it in a bun. Umma took a pin a gave it to her, she had given the protective shield to the guard and sent him back to Aphilore. The only thing that was left was to get what was hers. She was letting go of taking the high road.
"Why should I always be the understanding when I lose in the end," she said subconsciously thinking about the love that Elena and Esteban shared. It was the love that was meant to be hers but yet her twin sister always stole it from her.
"What are you talking about my dear?" her aunt asked her not sure what she meant by her statement.
