Chapter 47: It's All About Survival

Waverly perceived herself in the mirror that hung over the vanity in her bedroom. She ran her hands down the long, flowing baby blue dress that accentuated her auburn hair, which was done in loose curls. She grabbed a pin off of the table and clipped back both sides of her hair and then adjusted it with her fingers. On the tabletop, sat the box of jewels Sawyer had given to her not long after she came to the mansion and if any time was an appropriate time to wear them, it was tonight.

She bent over and opened the lid, the jewels glistening in the sunlight. Waverly grabbed the pearl necklace that sat on top and clasped it around her neck, letting her fingers slide across them once they were done up. To think, the last time these were worn, they were on the neck of Sawyer’s mother and now, she couldn’t be prouder than to wear them on such a momentous evening.