She who left, is not she who’ll return.
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-GEORGETTE-
(Thursday—7:45 a.m.)
“Clivann is, in all honesty, not a good place to stay in, but it is the best place to hide in.” Kliff Cellio, the butler of Georgette’s grandfather, reminded as he handed her the last luggage. “Loccasia is far, but please do remember that everyone from the Yves estate will quickly respond to any form of communication you wish to send.” Gently yet formally, he reminded her as he bowed to the youngest and only remaining relative of the prime minister.
Smiling, she let go of the handles of her luggae before hugging the butler. “Please excuse my rudeness, sir.” I hope I didn’t sound too formal. Trying to adapt to his way of speaking, she spoke before pulling away. “Please relay my sincerest gratitude to grandf
