3.) “Look at me,” she demanded, brow knit as frustration bubbled up from the pit of her stomach. “I paid for you, now look at me. My gil is good enough, but I’m not?” The older woman looked away, the glint of tears forming against the lower lid of her eyes as the mix of emotions ebbed and flowed freely throughout her expression. “I’ve spent the better part of six months coming back to you, getting to know you. I thought there was something here.” *