Arabella Donovan's words brought back a painful memory for Aurora Donovan—the time his professors and homeroom teacher nearly came after him with pitchforks. It was a past best forgotten.
"Serena, you kept asking me about Dr. Donovan before. Is it because you know something I don't... some kind of secret?"
Arabella Donovan paused, the hand she was using to fish out food from the hot pot freezing mid-air. Her eyes darted around for a moment before she nodded. "That's right. A month ago, I did a little divination and foresaw that a certain Dr. Donovan was a talent the likes of which is seen only once in a century."
"Wow, your divination is spot-on!"
The speech Arabella Donovan had mentally prepared nearly fell apart.
'I got careless! I knew I shouldn't have bothered with all this hocus-pocus. Just look at how smug he is. If he had a tail, it would be sticking straight up to the heavens.'
The tail-wagging Aurora Donovan was speechless. "…"
