"You are a hostess."

All the paranoia you had bottled up escapes as your mother twists the cap and release your eerie thoughts. For a second there you thought she was going to say that you were a prostitute, a pornstar, or a sex slave. All the fear turns into a freaky relief as you take deep breaths and get back to reality. A little fear stays behind as you ask your mother about something you are unsure about, "What's a hostess?"

She bursts out giggling knowing that you might ask that question sooner or later. She says to you, "Oh, don't you worry. All the girls are going to be coming over and they'll discuss with you what a hostess is."

Your mother leaves your sight as she exits the room. A minute later she comes back with a box. This looks like a box where you hold a necklace inside since the outside is black and has a suede texture to it. She gestures to you to take it and open it. So you do and as you open it, sparkles escape as light enters the box. You see the exquisite craftsmanship in the piece and you see at the bottom your name shining in bold letters.