the past viii

Oh, what a tangled web we weave...when first we practice to deceive.

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“And what are your parents’ line of work?”

Amara looked at Lady Vita straight in the eyes and repeated the very same words she was taught to say in situations like this. “They are offshore merchants and are rarely at home. They focus primarily on trade between other countries. The last time I heard from them in the letter they had sent me, they mentioned they were somewhere in the Pacific.”

“Hmm.” Lady Vita mumbled, perching her glasses up her nose.

Amara always thought it was weird. On how she always chose to wear glasses when she doesn’t seem to have bad vision. Eleanor had told her Lady Vita was a professor in the academe where they re