At the table, Edith didn't have time to enjoy her breakfast because she was up late, the young girl who had always gone to bed early had recently moved her study time to eleven o'clock in order to prepare for her apprenticeship exams - it became a matter of course that she wouldn't be able to get up in the mornings.
After quickly and gracefully destroying a slice of toast, which she hadn't even had time to carefully spread with strawberry jam, Edith stood up, obviously anxious to get to class, but Bridges called out to her.
"Wait."
"We'll talk about this at noon." Edith said quickly, but just as she was about to brush past Bridges, her wrist was tugged.
Edith frowned, "Stop it, Master Clark, I'm going to be late."
But the grip on her wrist remained intact, and with the slightest effor
