"If you are not sure, we can wait for your mother's funeral. You can reply to me by tomorrow." her eyes stirred. She had not thought he would still shred her kindness when she had refused to help him. Was it because he had grown up in a different environment, that he suddenly felt kind and a nice person?
And it was not a big lie he was saying. The young girl had died long ago. She was not snatching someone's fortune by pretending to be her. Perhaps.
She shook her head. She could not pretend to be a noble. She could be someone she was not. The thought might be enticing but she would get caught easily and end up in prison.
The carriage stopped and a man held her hands. She felt strange when he helped her in exiting a carriage. As if she was too dainty. They stopped in front of a fancy building. Around her, all the rich ladies with their noses touching the sky were coming and going.