The necklace hung to her chest, and the pendant rested on her breast. The angular, emerald star was just big enough to show up, and the bronze ring rested near the bottom perfectly. Overall, the jewelry was perfectly crafted to fit her and only her.

Minunette Skylar Rindoute, daughter of the Duke and Duchess Rindoute, daintily ran down the carpeted steps, wincing at every creak. She jogged as fast as her heavy skirts would allow her, towards the kitchen…

“Mina!”

She sighed at turned. “Yes, father?”

“Come here please.”

She walked towards her father, Duke Russlum Rindoute.

“Where have you been?”

“Um, well…” Mina stuttered.

“Highly-bred young ladies always know what to say and when to say it, Minunette.” Sissy Rigger came strolling around the corner, talking a mile a minute. They sighed, settling in for a long lecture.

“Maybe this isn’t such a-” A small man complained.

“Not getting cold feet, are you, Gourch?” A satiny voice whispered.

He trembled. “Oh, no, master.”

“Good, Gourch. Very good.”