Myra POV
I woke up with the happiest feeling in my tummy. It was one of the most exciting days of my life and it was due to one reason only.
Inside my little lunchbox, wrapped in a soft napkin and tied with a tiny ribbon were the pastries Pretty Auntie made just for me. She said she baked them with “extra sweetness for a brave girl,” and I promised I would share them with my brothers at school. I even picked the prettiest box I owned, the one with the gold star on the lid.
The whole carriage ride to kindergarten, I kept the box on my lap and stared at it like it might fly away if I blinked too long. I had enjoyed every bite the last time I had them at her house and wanted to request for more. But Daddy had always reminded me I was a Princess and I needed to act and carry myself in that
