A pale orchid drapes from the throat like a spell. Golden beads and soft pearls trail downward, cunning and deceptive, just like her. She was the witch they should’ve feared. The one who revealed men’s true nature, and turned it against them. Her island was not a sanctuary, it was the end of the road. This necklace is her warning: beauty may greet you at the shore, but it remembers what you did.
