Summer Thorne never thought she would run into an old classmate in Lundenburg, let alone a chatterbox who had talked her ear off for so long.
When they finally finished their conversation, Eve's eyes were filled with worry. She couldn't help but cautiously glance at Summer Thorne's expression.
It couldn't be helped. Throughout their long chat, Miss Sanders had been practically dancing on a minefield, bringing up every unpleasant topic imaginable—
Her status as the young mistress of the Carrington family, her dancing, her injury, her sick family member...
It was as if Summer Thorne's life was nothing but one misfortune after another.
But seeing Summer Thorne's unfailingly calm expression, Eve couldn't help but think that perhaps it was better for her to talk more.
Talking about things so openly had to be more comfortable than burying it all inside and shouldering the burden alone.
