Odette sat on the cold floor, sobbing her eyes out while holding the single glass slipper in her hands. How could things go from terrible to catastrophic so fast? She truly believed going to see the elf prince would lessen her troubles. Her problems only got worse. Perhaps, this was karma for using the prince as a balm when he had his issues. Had she been selfish when she refused to listen to him? Her elf friend would die without finding his beloved. Odette went there because she wanted a shoulder to cry on. She didn’t expect to listen to such a far-fetched tale about the magical slippers. Could she believe him?
For her, losing Carl didn’t mean life or death, just a lonely life. Would Edrahil, indeed, die if he didn’t find his soulmate?
