A woman walking down a hallway with a purse in her hand

The wall-sconces continued to light, leading me down the vast hall, until they finally halted at a set of unusually grand double doors. There was a golden name-plate next to the doors, with a single word engraved on it: “Caroline.” I looked around the hallway. It was my name, after all, but it was hardly unique, and my father had joked that I shared it with queens and princesses. Still, the lights stopped here. As I looked back down the hall, the way I had come, I saw the lights going out, one by one. I seemed to have no choice.