The car came to a stop. I looked out the window and saw that we were in front of Mrs. Marsha’s shop. The driver got out and opened the door for us. My mother got out first, and I followed behind her.
The guards surrounded us like we were in danger. My mother locked arms with me, smiling from ear to ear. This was her happy place, this shop. Marsha always puts things to the side for my mother that she thinks that she would like. Marsha and my mother have a very special relationship. I don’t really understand it because she just sells her dresses, but my mother says it’s more than that.
My mother led me into the store, stopping once she sees Marsha, I’m assuming. I’ve never met Marsha before because I’ve never left the palace grounds.
“Marsha!” My mother said happily, letting go of me a
