|Mirrielle Elizabeth Rivantroz|
“Is this all, milady?” Gillie asked after we went out of the last store we had for this day.
“Yes, Gillie. We should head back home. Uncle Faro told me that I needed to be at home before dinner.”
“It seemed that you’re getting along with your uncle, Milady,” Gillie suddenly pointed out. I looked at her, with one brow shot up.
“Are you kidding me, Gillie?” I asked in disbelief.
“Of course, I was just joking, Milady. What I wanted to say is that you seem a veteran at acting. If I didn’t know how you hated your relatives, I would really believe that you care and respect them, milady,”
I just shook my head as we climbed inside the carriage. Then it started moving and my attention was focused outside the window. The sun is already setting. But I am not in
