Mrs. Blythe swiftly entered Nadia's inner chamber and emerged holding a small, golden crown. With a respectful bow, she presented it to Rachel.
Rachel inspected the crown and remarked, "It looks like it needs some polishing, doesn't it?"
Nadia's voice carried urgency as she demanded, "Polish it quickly!" She extended the crown towards me, prompting me to stand up, took the crown and diligently polish it until it gleamed. My heart raced with fear as I returned the polished crown to her.
Rachel expressed her gratitude with a smile, saying, "Thank you, Mom." She accepted the crown from her mother and hurriedly left the room. Nadia's gaze remained fixed on the exit through which her daughter had disappeared.
"She is a special child and I hope her belief will make a difference," Nadia murmured softly, her unblinking eyes fixed on the closed door, her hope evident in her words.