The words of the strange man echoed in Estelle's mind as she reached for the box and took it out.
Staring down at the box, Estelle did not doubt this was it. Just as the strange man had said, there was a golden scale drawn over the lid.
Yet again, the accuracy of the strange man's words and the depth of his knowledge on topics he should not have known anything of greatly bothered Estelle.
"How could he know exactly how this box would look? Even I know nothing of it." Estelle murmured to herself uneasily before she glanced up.
Estelle's eyes met her mother's plaque and for a moment, she froze up in place and just stared at it, guilt churning within her.
Somehow, it felt to Estelle like her mother stared right back at her, eyes narrowed in disapproval as it always would be when Estelle was being naughty.
