*Ace*
I should have known the formidable she-wolf standing before me wouldn’t gasp or swoon or even grow pale. Her delicate brow furrows as though she's striving to make sense of my words or perhaps puzzle out how we’ve come to be here. I wish she weren't exactly as I remembered, but apparently, I’ve spent so much time studying her that my mind has painted an accurate image of her. I must have recalled it a thousand times since I took her to her aunt's residence.
When I first spied her outside this building, I cursed her for looking so remarkably lovely in green. A small hat perched at a jaunty angle on her head. She in no way resembles a servant. How in the Goddess's name did I ever, for even a single second, believe she was one? Then I curse myself thoroughly for being so damned reliev
