Whitefish River I'm not a flower

The hints of disappointment did not go unnoticed as her daughter shied her gaze away, though luckily she wouldn't have to push for a reason. Prim had always been open with her. A hum vibrated in her throat as she voiced her desire to be more than just pretty. Well, that's true. The weather is too harsh in winter for flowers to bloom. In fact, you'll probably see the leaves of trees change colors soon and eventually fall to the ground. Ira kept her focus on her little girl, never once glancing away though her expression did soften.

A name isn't always what you feel, but it should represent you. Did you know I have another name? The Count quirked a brow with her question. Surely the girl didn't, in fact almost no one in the Teekons knew about her birth name. Only her father, who she insisted address her by her new name during their reunion.