“It was my grandfather,” The young girl repeated after a full minute of just silence among the three ladies who appeared by her door, trying to put that idea back to their minds since it looked like everyone was too stunned to speak.
“Unbelievable, an old man writes all those articles?” Emeline pulled back and massaged the bridge of her nose, unable to believe that her assumption about something is incorrect.
Larissa eyed the girl for a while before smiling at her thinly, “What is your name, young lady?”
The girl looked like she lost her breath after being addressed by Larissa, but quickly regained her furrowed brows type of expression, answering with a strained voice.
“I am Thalia,”
“Thalia,” Larissa repeated, trying to hear what it sounds like with her own voice. “Nice to meet you,
