“Why?” Florence asked, jotting something down in her notebook.
“I don’t know…” Amethyst placed the pencil down and stared at her hands. She moved her fingers and turned over her hand to see her nails. “I asked my mama, but she doesn’t know either.”
Aurora turned in her seat to scold them, “Excuse me, you two are talking a lot and you—”
“Lady Aurora,” the teacher interrupted, “Is there something you like to share with the class?”
“Oh…no, Mr. Brim.” Aurora stuttered. “I was just telling my sister that—”
“Is it so important that you must speak to her during my lecture?”
“No, sir.”
“And Lady Amethyst, am I boring you?”
“No sir,” Amethyst answered, cheeks burning. “I was just...sorry, I’ll be quiet.”
“Since you like to speak so much, Lady Amethyst, how about you come to the board and
