Bella’s Dilemma.Bella remained seated there trying to think through the question again. She ran it through her mind twice.“I don't understand." She muttered again.Lady Eleanor smiles walking closer to where she sat. Bella inhaled deeply, taking in the rich feminine cologne that filled the room.She sighed again and darted her eyes out of the window with her fingers lightly tracing the rim of the wine glass Eleanor had poured for her. The liquid shimmered in the dim candlelight, catching reflections of light as she kept the solemn yet confused expression that she had on her face.Eleanor watched her quietly, a faint smile playing on her lips, as though she could see the thoughts whirling inside Bella’s mind.“You know,” Eleanor began softly, her voice almost conspiratorial, “When I was your age, I was very much like you—”“Like me?” Bella asked, noticeably surprised by her words.“Yes like you…Curious, restless, and far too eager to understand everything before it was time.” She ge
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