The Gilded Cage
"Anna, this is a piece by the renowned painter Mr. Tobias. If you like it, I will buy it for you, alright?"
Hearing that familiar name, my body went rigid.
I turned and saw my daughter, Anna Sterling.
She was dressed in a layered princess gown, the delicate tulle cascading like blooming petals. A dazzling eight-carat diamond hairpin shimmered in her hair.
Her arm was looped through Scarlett’s, their closeness undeniable.
"Thank you, Miss Snow. We already have three of Mr. Tobias’s paintings at home. This time, I’d like to see more realist art instead."