Kitty watched her mother get dressed for the
annual Eldmere Ball. She swung her legs as she sat on her mother's
bed, waiting.
When Diana finished pining up her hair, Kitty
jumped down and darted up to the vanity. “Can I?”
Diana
chuckled and pushed her jewelry box closer to her daughter. “Yes,
dear.”
Kitty opened the lid carefully. Instantly, a soft
melody began to fill the room. Kitty rested her head on her arms,
watching the small, spinning silver nightingale with fascination as
her mother selected her jewels.
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