Chapter 7
Miya glanced at the hand-carved gold ring on her finger that was clearly the work of a master. The details were so well done in the prongs that held up the diamond, she’d almost missed them.
But seriously, who creates their own prongs except for an expert?
Rico’s staff had chosen well, understanding her own need to be original, without ever being told.
Life would be great here, if she let go of her desires and accepted reality. Her old life, her old job were now in the far distance.
But as she left her shower, in her new white silk pajamas, she glanced at two white-golden doors.
Last night there had been pictures and a tapestry there. Now magically the wall had doors? The doors must have been there all along, behind the tapestry, but she’d certainly never noticed them. She
