Cursed
[Trinity's POV]
"The one who cursed you isn't Grimora. It's your father."
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"This is no time for jokes Trinity," Michael said, no longer smiling.
"That's right. Stop making up stories at a time like this!" seconded Dorothy. "Who could it be but Grimora wishing to live the life of a noble? And why would her father even curse her daughter in the first place?"
Ric just nodded his head in agreement with the others.
I restrained an eye roll. "I wish I was too. And the reason why I decided to come here was to make sure with my own eyes."
My focus flickered at Grimora's shaking form. She looked meek and scared, and this confirmed my suspicion.
"Make sure what?" Michael asked.
"I wonder how Grimora, a commoner selling flowers, could have met a daughter of the Earl whose mansion is heavily guarded. For the curse to work, there should be contact between the two.