remedies of small talk.
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“Have you been enjoying Akounri, Miss Midford?” Formalities and professional history aside, the eldest Hatter wouldn’t discard such titles even in a leisurely activity like enjoy tea with a fairly younger woman. In their social pool, barely anything is left in the shadows and conjuring gossip would’ve been the next best action for anyone there. Yet, simply, the afternoon leisure had been disconnected from the feverish debacles of the wealthy cesspool.
Besides, the other had been only of 14 years old, and even if the older was 22, she had remembered a time her youngest sister had been that age. And now, she was already preparing for her GEDs and finishing her internships. Not bone in her body was sarcastic or stubborn enough to bring in emotionally eroding topics like reasons behind travel or staying far away from the U.K. Miss Midford’s youth should be spent slowly and with great pace for there were many things a young lady should have. Or, generally, in the heiress’ mind, every child should be given such an opportunity. The regret of losing childhood can only haunt so many and she wouldn’t it take any others.
“Even if it’s autumn, it’s quite bright, it’s one of the nicer things about the country,” jests the eldest Hatter as her eyes glance up from the white saucer and towards the young blonde.
“Oh, I do Madame Hatter! So much!” this is the first time in her entire life that she ever been this alive, and free. Without her mother incharge of her, forcing her to study or to practice fencing. “Oh please, just call me with Lizzy!”
She dislikes formalities, despite coming from a well known family. She should have learned more manners.
She enjoys a girl day out. She often goes to the shopping street with Paula during her free time, which is sadly not everyday. And not everytime she can go shopping.
“Why, yes. Compare to London, this is very nice! We rarely even got a bright day like this!” she clasped both of her hands.
