But Blair touched the rose at her collar and whispered to the dark:
She paused on the cobblestone path, running her thumb over the small, tarnished brooch pinned to her apron. It was shaped like a blooming rose, its silver dulled by age. Her mother had worn it. Her grandmother, too. And now, a waitress who poured tea for princesses-in-training wore it hidden beneath her uniform. barbie princess charm school
“Watch me.”
The gardens of Gardania were always perfect. Rows of lilies stood like silent maids, and the hedges had never known a stray leaf. For most students at Princess Charm School, this was the natural order of things. But Blair touched the rose at her collar
“You’re right, Delancy,” Blair said softly. “Scrubbing teaches patience. And patience teaches you who your real friends are.” Her grandmother, too
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For Blair Willows, it was still a miracle.