**Elizabeth's POV**

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The maids were whispering about me.

"Can such a tiny baby be raised? She looks so pitiful. My heart is going to melt."

"Look at her tiny hands. Oh, it's so small and delicate, like a work of art. I can't believe she's actually alive."

"Look at her big beautiful eyes. She's blinking. Oh my gosh, is she really not a pretty doll?"

"Thumbelina, would you like a little water?" A maid asked me with a cup as big as a bucket.

I hid under the quilt in fear. The hands of any of them were bigger than my head. I didn't dare let them touch me....