"T-thank you, Janette, I-I appreciate your help and story," Ophelia said as Janette slid a simple necklace across her neck.
Ophelia touched the pearls, her throat closing. She had never been showered in this kind of luxury. Whenever Matriarch Eves presented the girls with gifts, she seldom gave anything to Ophelia. Aaron, her father had always tried to give her something, but she insisted on books instead. Ophelia had never complained.
"Is it too tight, my lady?" Janette worriedly asked, for she saw the Madam give the necklace a bit of shifting.
Ophelia shook her head. She didn't know how to express her feelings. Ophelia seldomly wore necklaces, rings, or bracelets. Illegitimate daughters didn't have this kind of luxury. As such, her skin wasn't used to being weighed down with a foreign material.
