Arianna watched the girl, her story was refreshing, most of the girls were put forward by good samaritans who were down on their luck and could use the reward money.
“And I’m sure the money has no appeal to you.” Arianna said a little coldly, surely she’d want all the money to go to her mother to make them rich beyond their wildest dreams.
“I’m sure your mother could use the money somehow, you may look like her, but in the end they never are my baby. But please tell me all about your mother and how she was so good to you until one day realizing that you look like The Lost Princess.”
“Money? I’m sorry I don’t understand.” Rapunzel tilted her head genuinely confused by the concept. All she knew, was that Mother sometimes took the things had made, the candles, the sewing and came back with new things. “Mother… she’s overprotective, I guess…?” Her stomach was doing summersaults, even after all she’d been through she was hesitant to believe Mother would hurt anyone. “Before yesterday I’d never set a foot outside. We live in a tower deep in the woods in a hidden valley… She’d be absolutely livid if she ever found out I’d left…” She fiddled with the braid showing the small brunette strand. “I’m immature, clumsy, sloppy, naive, she says.. I’m not ready for the world outside, but then I met Eugene… and later Cass and ….” She’s unsure of what to say next,
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