Loving Lydia.
Late Afternoon.
Courtyard, Theodore Mansion.
Critic Arley, Critic-Ishire.
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Helena thought that this newsletter must be from the news writer who had disguised as a courier to deliver the letter the last time. She was pale and conflicted but thanked the heavens quietly for she had already left his house, so no more witch talk or anything.
To clear the air and make Helena feel light. Lydia said. "He would not read it, and this does not define you"
Helena met Lydia's eyes, the similarity grinding her before she blinked letting a sigh slip.
"Will you attend the upcoming tea parties and soirees?" Helena asked off topic throwing Lydia off guard.
"Umm yes, if I was invited" she replied in almost a stutter.
"Ah, not to worry you shall be invited" Helena assured with a smile.
She knew about the unsolicited hatred in this house but she believed Lydia would scale through and soon be socially accepted.