A dream

With her eyes closed on Christabal's lap. Acacia's mind flew back to the first time that she was brought to the white palace, Serena's home.

"Miss, do you like milk or rose oil?" One of the maids approached Acacia, holding two bottles of bath essence.

Mia was unsure which one to choose because she never had such a lavish bath before.

"Which one is preferable?" She inquired.

"Milk will give your skin a youthful glow, while rose oil will relieve your anxiety, depression, and discomfort," the maid said immediately.

Acacia was so impressed with the benefits of rose oil that she picked it instead. She hoped that the oil in her bath would wash away all of the agonies and worry she had accumulated over the years of being abandoned.

"Excuse me, but I can take care of myself from here," she said as the maids surrounded her and attempted to remove her clothing. "I can bathe by myself. Thank you," she added nicely.