Freya’s pov

“Common Freya you got this,” I chanted to myself as I sat in my room. It was evening and the whole place was set.

I was adorned in a green velvet dress, emerald necklace to my neck and a set of dangling earrings were fixed into my ear. It accentuated my natural forest green eyes.

My consciousness was flying in an abnormal pattern, I wasn't myself as I had a lot on my mind. Dare I say, I was afraid.

“I can't do this, I can't,” I strutted towards my drawer, pulled it outwards and there laid my necklace, the one from my father.

It was a brown...