Thanks to the Editor for pointing out issues
A Girl of White Gold, Meeting Someone
“Hey, Latina? You feel kinda different, you know?”
Latina twitched in surprise when Silvia spoke to her for the first time in a while. She was hitting too close to home for comfort.
“You think so…?”
“Sorta. You finally got around to asserting yourself, so… I guess you’d change, huh?”
Silvia, wearing an ear-splitting grin, stared unabashedly at the engagement bracelet around her arm. The design, reminiscent of a flower and a fruit beautifully flourishing together, was a rather well-known symbol of engagement in Tislow.
“Kinda sad I didn’t get to see you in a wedding gown…”
“We haven’t really gotten to that point yet…”