Chapter Seven(3)
‘It isn’t that.’ Lydia laid down her fork abruptly on the table, missing the plate about a few centimeters, ‘You need to understand, that I didn’t take on Alberto until much after I last saw you. I did go on a quest. Didn’t Will tell you that time doesn’t flow the same way here?’
So, she didn’t disagree with the idea that I am not pretty, thought Cecy glumly. But at least she seemed to have dropped the habit of calling me angel, so it’s even. Still, she answered, a bit harsher than she had intended a moment before, ‘No, I was not told. And if you know it, you might consider the possibility that in my senses I had just met you about a day ago. And your clothes haven’t changed, at all. It’s still a black dress.’