Purple strawberry

"Anything, dearest," Emilia responded.

Celeste paused for a moment, lowering her gaze yet again as she tightened her grip on the delicate strawberry.

Emilia looked at her niece with eyes laced with concern. "Is something bothering you, Celeste?"

Celeste was going to tell Emilia about her doubts and concerns. She knew there was no returning to the Celestial Kingdom so she'd have to get accustomed to her new life on Earth as a rich elf prince's daughter, but she wasn't sure how she was going to do that.

Undoubtedly, she was going to stick out like a sour thumb; they'd figure out she was not from their world.

Celeste wanted to ask her aunt how to be a proper princess and daughter, but for some reason, she felt so embarrassed.

"I have two questions," she said instead in an attempt to give herself a bit more time. Her silver eyes traveled the garden until they spotted another stone sculpture similar to the one by the mansion's entrance but smaller.