"Of course," Evangeline smiled back at her, wondering why she would not remember Phoebe's name, especially when they had spend quite a long time together. "I also know that you like the flowers in the garden. When we walk there together you would stare at the ones that are purple."
Phoebe's face turned red and she covered it with her cloak immediately, "Ah.. I didn't know that you were watching...."
Evangeline broke into a small smile, "Isn't it hot under that thick scarf, Phoebe?"
Phoebe was startled at this question and she looked down on the ground, her hands busily moving the rag to wipe the carpet. With a nervous jitter, she muttered, "It is... but it is a better alternative than having people feel nauseous upon looking at me. I'm sure... you wouldn't want to look at my face every day too, milady."
"Why so?" Evangeline softly smiled, "I don't think that I would feel nauseous by a face of a person."
