Wringing the thin strap of the satchel slung across her shoulder, Aribelle stared down at the floor. Narrowing her eyes on the wild appearance of the woman she found reflected on its polished marble. Aribelle gazed at her tangled brown locks and the smudges on her face mildly shocked by her own reflection. Surprisingly unashamed of her unkempt air, even when placed amongst the grandeur of the foyer, Aribelle still wished that this woman she could hardly recognize would disappear from her sight.
