Our steps echo through the wide passage as I head toward my imminent embarrassment. The faint sound of conversation becomes distinguishable and my stomach churns as Hazel leads me around another bend. I am not meant to be here! I have never been more than a cleaner, until… I met Adrian, I think to myself, feeling another wave of depression wash over me. I wonder what he is doing right now?
“Are you ready, Miss” Hazel says, pausing in front of the large wooden door that separated me from the judging eyes waiting on the other side.
“Hazel, please…”
“I’m sorry, Miss, uh… I mean, Cora.” She apologizes bowing her head.
“It’s okay Hazel, its just… I’m not a princess and I prefer not being handled as one.”
“But you are!” she says with widened eyes.
“Do we really need to go inside? Can’t yo
