And so, it was only logical that the time for Ali's "progress" had come.
Shefilya walked to the door, a fruit platter in hand. Hearing the faint sounds seeping through the crack, a look of resignation appeared on her face.
'How strange…'
'Is he really that enthusiastic about this sort of thing?'
The fruit wouldn't stay fresh for long. To avoid wasting it, she decided to take it back to her own room to eat.
Shefilya changed out of her Maid uniform and lay on her large, soft bed, staring blankly at the white ceiling for a long while.
She knew Miss Feney very well—perhaps even better than Miss Feney knew herself.
She knew that Miss Feney had more or less made up her mind about certain things. And after a period of observation, Lady Beixila had also approved of Miss Feney's choice.
'But what about me?'
To be honest, after spending some time with him, her impression of Lin Mo was surprisingly good.
