They would meet in the obscure and mesmerising woods at 6. She had walked into a world of gloomy light and nature that she had never laid her eyes on before. A sudden, louder voice startled her. A lost woman from the past. She whispers, “What’s her name?”
She had come alone. She stared at the woman, unblinking, until realisation had come to her. Rhia. A flattering top that made everyone want to be her; merely to get a taste of what it would be like to wear Rhia.
