Chapter 49 Misty

• I hold up an old box, which, when opened a little ballet dancer figure twirls around to a haunting melody. What caught my eye though was my name carved into the back of it.
• "That, my dear, is a jewellery box, promising luck and love for an eternity," says the girl in full sales pitch mode. I thrust the box into Chris’s chest. He examines it and sees what I’ve spotted. This results in another one of his deadly glares. This time at the young stallholder. I point out my name, "Kayla Grace." What are the odds of me finding my name on a box in the Fae realm? "Where did you get this?" Chris demands.
• "From Rose at the florist store in New York City."