Picking up from last week’s post from a fantasy WiP tentatively titled Wild Worker. Ciana’s father is making a delivery and she is tending the jewelry shop.
And remember, this is just between us. It will go easier for you if your father doesn’t know who you’re dealing with.”
“And why is that?”
Emella searched her gaze for a long moment. “Your father’s never mentioned me?”
Ciana shook her head; a tinge of sadness in the old woman’s words stealing her voice.
“I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised by that. We… had a bit of a falling out years ago, when you were just a wee thing, far too young to remember me, I’m sure.”
“I knew you?” Ciana tilted her head, studying her, trying to find any hint of a memory.
Emella nodded. “Your grandfather used to bring you to visit me. You had such a wonderful time playing in my garden and listening to stories.”
“My grandfather?” Ciana frowned. “Who are you?”