EPILOGUE

ZORA'S POV

TEN YEARS LATER

"Freya! Freya!" I called repeatedly as I walked towards her room.

I did not hold much hopes of her answering though. It was a few minutes to 7 in the morning, and if I knew my daughter very well, she would still be in bed and fast asleep at this time.

"Fre-" I threw open the door to her room and stopped short.

She was not in bed as usual. She was up, and appeared to have been up for some hours. She was already dressed and was sitting in front of the mirror, applying some lip gloss. My eyes narrowed at this. I could not remember when I had seen Freya interested in anything that had to do with makeup. As a mum that was a model, I had half been expecting Freya over the years to have shown some interest in the cosmetics lining my dressing table. But she had been completely indifferent to them. I hadn't minded her indifference though. I had sort of welcomed it.

"A mother that knows all about fashion, and a daughter that has no interest in it whatsoever," Elliot u