Abigail was one hell of a quick learner. Picking every branch, every shard of guidance Arabella threw her way.
It was a lot easier for her to believe that Abigail was a genius instead of accepting the idea that Arabella was a good teacher.
Either way, the young woman watched over things as they moved along in the ballroom. All eyes and ears out for the ruckus and people that made all of the beauty around her possible.
"I am sorry for being late," Ada huffed oxygen as though her lung had been deprived of air for a good minute, "One of my students asked me a question before the end of class and I couldn't leave the room without answering it," she chuckled, "Wow! I still cannot believe it! I have students! me!" seeing the tamer smile on Arabella, Ada cleared her throat, "I am sorry. I shouldn't be so…,"
