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The Duke's Daughter Goes Her Own Way

[I'm Glad I Met You. (Part 1)]

Translated by: ME

Author's note:

Emilia's story. It got a bit long, so it's split into two parts.

***

The royal castle's audience hall.

I never thought I'd see the day I would stand in a place like this.

[Next, Emilia Carey.]

Hearing my name called, I walked forward as instructed. The plush carpet underfoot made it difficult to walk steadily. I marveled at how Lady Elizabeth always managed to walk so elegantly on it.

As taught, I walked to the front of the throne and knelt in a deep bow.

His Majesty stood before me as I kept my head lowered.

Then, with a gentle, precise motion, he placed a medal around my neck.

I had been instructed to rise and stand once the medal was bestowed.

I lifted my head and gasped.

Typically, it is the King who bestows medals during an investiture. But standing before me was Lady Elizabeth, smiling softly.

Seeing me frozen in shock, Lady Elizabeth whispered, just loud enough for me to hear, [Stand up, Miss Emilia.]

Ah, I have to stand.

I rose to my feet, and then...

As I stood there, trying to remember what came next, Lady Elizabeth gently took my hand. She clasped it firmly with both of hers and whispered, [Congratulations.]

[Th-thank you...]

My voice trembled, on the verge of tears.

The sound of loud applause filled the room around us.

[No time for tears now. There's still so much ahead of you,] Lady Elizabeth said, her voice nearly lost in the applause. I nodded, my face a mixture of crying and smiling.

[Of course. But... please, let me thank you for getting me this far. Thank you, Lady Elizabeth.]

I bowed my head deeply again. Lady Elizabeth smiled back at me, looking slightly troubled.

I was truly, truly grateful.

To think you were so incredibly kind to me, someone who just happened to be your classmate at the same school...

* * *

Stanford Academy opened its doors widely to commoners. However, it was famous for its extremely strict selection process.

But I desperately wanted to attend.

Three years ago, my younger sister died.

She had always been sickly and frail. That sister of mine contracted Zygale Fever.

This illness involves a high fever lasting about a week. It most easily afflicts young children or the elderly with low stamina, and about thirty percent of those who contract it die.

It's a contagious disease, but they say you can't get it twice.

I had apparently contracted Zygale Fever as a young child and recovered completely after a week. So, I was able to nurse my sister.

But we couldn't save her.

She was already sickly and lacked stamina. She didn't have the strength to fight off Zygale Fever.

However, the doctor who treated my sister never gave up until the very end, desperately providing treatment. He encouraged my sister and our family, telling us to keep fighting together.

After my sister passed away despite the treatment, I saw the doctor step outside our house, crying in frustration.

Of course, the one who fought the hardest was my sister. Tormented by the high fever, she struggled desperately to live.

Our family also fought hard to support her.

And the doctor, too, tried so, so hard. He considered every possible treatment, tried them while monitoring my sister's condition, and examined her at all hours.

And then, in that moment.

Unlike us, her family, who were crying out of sadness and grief, the doctor was crying out of *frustration* that he couldn't save her.

Perhaps he held my sister in his thoughts even more than we did, who had already accepted a certain amount of inevitability.

Seeing that, I thought, I hate disease.

Because it makes everyone cry. Even if the emotions are different.

I hate seeing people cry.

I decided.

I would find a way to cure Zygale Fever.

So that even one fewer person would lose their life to this unreasonable fate. So that even one fewer doctor would have to feel the frustration of powerlessness.

I had no idea how I would ever find such a thing.

But even so, I decided.

The doctor who had helped us told me that Stanford Academy was the best place to learn specialized medical knowledge.

He even went to the trouble of obtaining the academy's admission guidelines for me.

The tuition wasn't as high as I had feared.

Cockford Academy was more expensive.

[I see. Well, their philosophies are different,] the doctor said when I shared my honest impression.

[Cockford receives state funding, but it's run by nobles. It recruits students widely and functions as a sort of social hub. So over there, even if your grades don't meet the standard, you can enter if you have the money.]

Is that right?

Ah, but since he said 'social hub,' maybe for some people, just 'being there' is what's important.

[In contrast, Stanford is a place for pure academics. It's for those who have something they want to learn, something they want to master. Therefore, they have a strict selection process for admission. Only those who pass it can proceed further. They disregard socializing and profit, focusing solely on learning and applying that knowledge. That's the kind of academy it is.]

Incredible...

I knew it was difficult, but Stanford Academy seemed even more challenging than I had imagined.

[They must not reject those who wish to learn and are qualified to do so based on status or financial reasons. That is Stanford Academy's principle. Therefore, the tuition is quite cheap. In return, they mercilessly expel those without motivation.]

[Even so, Emilia, I'd like you to aim for Stanford.]

Encouraged by the doctor's words, I decided to take the entrance exam for Stanford Academy.

* * *

When the acceptance letter from Stanford Academy arrived, I was overjoyed and rushed to show the doctor. He, who had even helped me with my exam preparation, was delighted for me.

My parents were also very happy.

The tuition varied according to each family's financial situation, so it wasn't an excessive burden for our household. Apparently, the noble students made up the difference by paying much more.

This year, in particular, the Crown Prince and his fiancée were said to be enrolling.

The tuition they paid was probably several times—no, dozens of times—more than what my family paid.

I heard that nobles who grumbled about such payments weren't admitted. It was considered part of the 'nobles' duty,' as the doctor explained.

Did the Crown Prince and his fiancée also pass that difficult exam?

Somehow, it made me feel a sense of kinship, even if it was presumptuous. I'm sure they didn't start from [What's an essay?] like I did, but the exam couldn't have been easy for them either.

I'd probably never have a chance to speak with someone like the Crown Prince, but I hoped they were wonderful people.

* * *

Two weeks had passed since the academy started.

Even before attending, the doctor had told me that ninety percent of the students were male. And it was true; ninety percent were boys.

Out of thirty-nine new students, there were only four girls, including me.

One of them was the Crown Prince's fiancée, Elizabeth Macnagan.

I learned her name from Marie, who I became friends with right after the entrance ceremony.

She was the daughter of the Macnagan Ducal House, one of the top two great noble families in the kingdom.

And Lady Elizabeth was astonishingly adorable.

She was said to be the youngest student this year, only twelve years old.

She passed that exam at twelve?! I was seriously impressed.

The Crown Prince, who was always by Lady Elizabeth's side, had given the new student representative speech. I heard that was done by the student who entered with the top grades.

So that was the future King and Queen...

Amazing! They were both excellent, incredibly beautiful, and seemed to get along so well.

Wow... It kinda makes you think the future of this country is secure, doesn't it?

The thought made me a little happy.

His Highness was absent from the academy on days he had official duties. Well, of course. In fact, I thought it was admirable that he didn't neglect his duties.

On those days, Lady Elizabeth would sit alone at a desk in the very back row.

She's super cute, but she looks a little lonely...

Or maybe bored? When she's with His Highness, she's always smiling.

On the first day of the academy, the staff gave us, the students, instructions on how to interact with the Crown Prince and Lady Elizabeth.

They were figures far above us. The warning wasn't just about avoiding rudeness, but about ensuring there were 'no mistakes.'

Basically, don't do anything that could harm them or be interpreted as such. Don't engage in any suspicious behavior.

They said they wouldn't be strict about etiquette and manners... Since there were many pure commoners like me at the school, that was a great relief.

Among those instructions was one to [refrain from giving gifts to the two of them.] They seemed to be wary of bribery or someone hiding something in a gift.

[Especially strictly prohibited are handmade gifts.] ...So, is store-bought okay then? It just said 'refrain,' so it's not explicitly forbidden, right?

Seeing Lady Elizabeth looking bored on days His Highness was absent, I thought maybe some tasty sweets would cheer her up.

Also, Lady Elizabeth looked absolutely adorable when she ate sweets!

I'd given her sweets once before. It was a bit scary though, seeing His Highness making a somewhat displeased face next to her.

The sweets I gave her were a type of soft cookie that was somewhat popular. Not only were they delicious, but the packaging was very stylish.

I saw them in a shop and thought, [If Lady Elizabeth ate these, she'd be absolutely adorable!!] It was love at first sight.

I offered them to her, and she accepted. That alone made me happy, but Lady Elizabeth actually ate them during break time.

It was a fairly large sweet, and seeing her hold it with both hands and take small, delicate bites was an unparalleled cuteness that no small animal could match. I used to think the squirrels in the central park of the royal capital were the cutest creatures, but Lady Elizabeth easily took the top spot. There surely couldn't be any creature more adorable than her.

His Highness was also watching her with a smile.

Unintentionally, all eyes in the classroom turned to Lady Elizabeth, and then His Highness glared sharply around the room... It was terrifying.

Marie, who was standing next to me, seemed to have taken a direct hit. She let out a pathetic [Eep...] sound.

[Hey... does that mean we're not supposed to look at Lady Elizabeth... ?]

Marie clung to my arm, trembling as she spoke. I gave a wry smile and nodded.

[I think so. Lady Elizabeth has it tough too.]

He probably didn't want anyone else to see Lady Elizabeth's slightly relaxed expression as she enjoyed the sweets.

What an adorable kind of jealousy... Is it disrespectful to think that about His Highness? But it's true, isn't it? You'd want to keep the happy smile of someone you love all to yourself.

It made me happy to think that even someone as lofty as the Crown Prince was, naturally, just a human being like the rest of us.

* * *

On another day when His Highness was absent, I offered some sweets to Lady Elizabeth. They were from a popular confectionery shop in the royal capital. Lady Elizabeth smiled, said, [Thank you,] and accepted them.

Just the fact that she accepted a commoner's offering already gave her high marks in my book.

The maid (I assume?) sitting next to her did a poison check, and then the sweets were passed to Lady Elizabeth.

The entire classroom was secretly watching Lady Elizabeth.

She took a sweet from the box and began eating it with her small mouth. It seemed she found it delicious, as the corners of her mouth curled into a happy smile.

Awwww, just watching her makes me happy too!

Marie says, [Everything she does is cute!] and it's so true!

I hope this helps her forget a little of the boredom from His Highness's absence. I hope so.

* * *

Marie and I became friends right after the entrance ceremony, while moving to the classroom. Marie was the one who spoke to me first.

[There are so few girls... Want to be friends?] she'd said.

I was more than happy to be friends.

Her name is Marybelle Fluorite, and she's the daughter of a Count... I would never have guessed Marie was a noble if she hadn't told me. Even after being told, I was like, [Huh?] for a second.

She's just so down-to-earth, cute, and energetic. She doesn't put on airs and talks normally with the other commoner boys in the class. If anything, Marie is the one with the humbler attitude.

...Is this what noble ladies are like?

When I told Marie that Lady Elizabeth felt less like a 'noble' and more like a 'princess,' she said, [Don't compare me to a real high-ranking noble like that! No way!]

Marie... you *are* a real noble, aren't you?... Or are you a fake?... The five-year-old in my neighborhood playing 'noble make-believe' looks more noble than you!... And what even is a 'fake noble'?

* * *

Somehow, before I knew it, Marie and Lady Elizabeth had become close.

Is it because they're both nobles and have things in common?... I still can't believe Marie is a noble lady. That girl wouldn't feel out of place living in my neighborhood...

Marie asked me, [Emilia, if you have time, want to have tea with us?] so after school, I found myself in the academy cafeteria.

The menu here was delicious and cheap. Plus, many items were easy to eat without needing knives and forks—things like sandwiches with ham, or grilled chicken cut into bite-sized pieces with picks.

It was a menu where even commoners like us, who didn't know table manners, could eat without feeling self-conscious.

You could eat without getting your hands dirty while reading a book, and many students and lecturers did just that. It was, in a word, unpretentious, which we commoners greatly appreciated.

Moreover, the nobles who attended here rarely complained about our lack of manners. Many would casually teach us, [It's done like this.] I was grateful.

Marie and I were waiting, drinking tea on the outdoor terrace, when Lady Elizabeth arrived.

Lady Elizabeth sometimes walked with a light, almost bouncing step. Today was one of those days. It was so adorable that Marie and I both broke into smiles.

With each little bounce, her soft-looking hair floated lightly, and the hem of her beautiful skirt swayed gently.

How can anyone be so adorable?!

[My apologies for keeping you waiting.]

When she reached our table, Lady Elizabeth said this and even gave a slight bow.

What?! A noble bowing her head to us?!

Unlike me, who was a bit shocked, Marie smiled as usual.

[No, no! Not at all! Ah, Lady Elizabeth, please have a seat.]

Marie... I get nervous when you take charge... Are you sure this is okay...?

Lady Elizabeth sat in the chair Marie offered, then looked at me and smiled. Wow... so cute.

[This is our first proper greeting, I believe. I am Elizabeth Macnagan.]

[I'm Emilia Forsythe.]

What should I say next?... I've never spoken to a noble before, so I don't know.

...Oh, right, Marie is a noble too.

That Marie bowed her head with a playful [Peko!]

[Mariebell Fluorite.]

[...I know.]

My voice came out at the same time as Lady Elizabeth's. And the words were identical.

I instinctively looked at Lady Elizabeth, and she was looking back at me, laughing.

[I would be happy if we could become friends... May I call you Miss Emilia?]

[Please do... May I also call you Lady Elizabeth?]

[Yes. Please feel free to call me whatever you like.]

I felt happy seeing Lady Elizabeth nod with a smile. As Marie and I exchanged smiles, Marie cut in.

[Please call me Marie!]

[We do.]

The same line again. The same timing.

And again, Lady Elizabeth and I looked at each other and laughed.

Only Marie was pouting, saying, [Aren't you two being a bit cold just to me?]

It felt presumptuous, but I was very happy, feeling like we could indeed become good friends.

* * *

My family and neighbors call me by the nickname 'Emmy.'

I would have liked them to call me that, but since it sounds similar to Lady Elizabeth's nickname 'Ellie,' I decided to have them call me 'Emilia' instead.

...Because His Highness is scary. I just have a feeling he'd glare at me if I used a nickname similar to Lady Elizabeth's... It's not even that unusual a nickname...

That day, I talked about various things with Lady Elizabeth.

When I told her my reason for entering the academy, she smiled and said, [That's a wonderful dream.] Her smile reminded me so much of that doctor, and seeing it made me happy, thinking that Lady Elizabeth must be a very kind person.

* * *

One day, I wasn't feeling very well.

I had a slight headache and felt fuzzy.

But I didn't want to miss the academy. Right now, I found studying incredibly enjoyable.

Even after arriving at the academy, I still felt sluggish.

I sat at my desk and sighed. What's wrong...? My head felt fuzzier than when I left home. My thoughts just wouldn't come together.

There were no assigned seats for classes at the academy. You could sit wherever you liked.

However, the middle of the very back row was the reserved spot for Lady Elizabeth and His Highness. It was easier for their guards if there was no one behind them, apparently.

So students avoided the last row and sat wherever they pleased.

I was sitting in a seat around the middle.

It was a long desk for three people, with bench-like chairs. I was sitting at one end.

Someone sat down at the opposite end.

That was usually how it went. Leave the middle open, sit at the ends. That way, you could spread out your textbooks and materials without bothering the person next to you. Plus, there were more seats than students, so leaving the middle empty wasn't a problem.

Only Lady Elizabeth and His Highness sat right next to each other, close together... I'm pretty sure that was His Highness's doing. Lady Elizabeth didn't seem the type to initiate that...

Um, so... What was the first class today?... Economics... I think...

Rustling through my bag placed on the chair, I pulled out my writing tools and notebook. If I can't even remember my schedule, maybe I really am sick.

Ah, what should I do? Maybe I should go to the infirmary. But just standing up feels like such a chore...

As I was thinking that, a voice suddenly came from beside me.

[...Are you okay?]

Okay? What about...?

I looked over. The person one seat over, with an empty seat between us, was looking at me with a slightly worried expression.

He was a student often called 'Dan' or 'The Boss.'

I'd heard he'd been taking this lecture for about three years now. I didn't know if it was true.

'Dan' looked at me and tilted his head slightly.

Um... What was it...?

[Aren't you feeling sick?]

Sick...? Am I...?

What was it...?

As I just sat there dazed, Dan stood up, walked around the desks, and came to stand beside me.

Then, he gently pulled my arm.

[Let's go to the infirmary. I'll take you.]

With my foggy head, I didn't really understand what was being said, but I nodded anyway.

I have no memory of what happened after that.

* * *

I must have been asleep. When I opened my eyes, I was in a bed somewhere.

The area around the bed was partitioned off by curtains; looking around, all I could see was curtains... Looks like a clinic. So, maybe the academy infirmary?

As I tried to sit up and get out of bed, the curtains were gently opened.

[Ah, you're awake? You should sleep a bit more.]

It was a female medical officer from the infirmary. So this was indeed the academy infirmary.

[Um... Why am I here...?]

I didn't remember anything at all.

When I asked, the medical officer gave a wry smile.

[You had a fever. You're in the general studies program, right?]

[Yes.]

[A classmate of yours, Mr. Carey, brought you here.]

Now that you mention it, I think Dan did say something to me... Is Dan's name 'Carey'? I only know him as 'Dan.'

[It's lunch break now. Rest a bit more, and you can go home when classes are over.]

[...Okay.]

I missed class...

[And, this.]

The medical officer held something out to me. It looked like a few sheets of paper.

Taking them, I saw they were academy report forms with notes from the morning's classes written on them.

[A girl from general studies said to give this to you... She said she'd bring the afternoon notes later.]

[Thank you.]

I'm so glad.

Told to lie down a bit more, I obediently lay back in bed.

Apparently, it was a fever from exhaustion.

Now that I thought about it, I had been pushing myself relentlessly ever since the entrance exams. I suppose I finally relaxed a bit, and the fatigue caught up with me.

Lying in bed, I looked over the report forms the medical officer had given me.

Notes from the three morning classes.

The first class had Marie's cute, girlish handwriting. The second and third classes had Lady Elizabeth's beautiful handwriting.

The notes Marie took for me had the teacher's annotations scribbled messily in the margins, and little flower drawings next to words like 'Important Point!'—they were very lively.

In contrast, the notes Lady Elizabeth took were neatly written in beautiful, easy-to-read script, very clear. Any annotations were gathered and written at the bottom.

You can really see someone's personality in their note-taking.

Thinking that, I found myself chuckling for a while over notes from classes that should have been utterly boring.

I never imagined I'd make two such wonderful friends at an academy I entered purely for academic purposes.

I was glad I worked hard to get in.

* * *

After classes ended for the day, Marie and Lady Elizabeth came to check on me.

[Emilia, are you okay to be up?] Marie asked with a worried face. I smiled and nodded.

[Yes. I feel better after sleeping. I'm fine now.]

[I'm glad.] Marie smiled in relief. Next to her, Lady Elizabeth still looked a bit concerned.

[But please don't push yourself? That kind of fatigue... sometimes you're the last to realize it yourself...]

[Yes. I'll be careful. Thank you.]

[Ah, here, the afternoon notes!] Marie said, holding out the report forms she was carrying.

[Thank you. This helps so much.] It really did.

Unlike the nobles, I hadn't received a very advanced education before coming here. Everything I knew was rather hastily learned. So, if I fell behind even a little, I might never catch up.

That's why I didn't want to miss class.

But even if I did, having friends who would take notes and summarize the key points for me was incredibly helpful and made me very happy.

Flipping through the report forms I'd received, my hand stopped involuntarily.

The notes for the fourth period were in Marie's handwriting. As usual, they included cute, if somewhat inexplicable, illustrations.

The notes for the fifth period started with a few lines in Lady Elizabeth's handwriting, but partway through, the writing changed.

The new writing was just as beautiful and easy to read as Lady Elizabeth's, but the style was different.

...Huh? Wait a minute... There's only one person who could take over for Lady Elizabeth mid-task...

[...I'm sorry, Miss Emilia... His Highness said he wanted to try...]

I knew it!!

I-I had the Crown Prince take notes for me?!

[L-Lady Elizabeth... I... l-lèse-majesté...]

What do I do? My hands are shaking.

[It's fine! His Highness himself said he wanted to!]

[I-Is it r-really... fine?]

[It's fine! Besides, His Highness isn't that narrow-minded.]

I couldn't say it...

That only Lady Elizabeth could declare His Highness 'not narrow-minded' so confidently...

I absolutely couldn't say it...

But if Lady Elizabeth says it's fine, then it probably is... Still scary.

[And since you're probably not fully recovered yet, I've arranged for my family's carriage to take you home.]

[Huh?!]

A Duke's carriage?!

[I thought you might feel intimidated if it had the ducal crest, so I prepared my pride and joy, the 'Incognito Model DX Deluxe'!]

[Huh?! What's that?]

...Why are *your* eyes sparkling, Marie?...

And Lady Elizabeth, why do you look so proud...?

His Highness, who had been waiting outside the infirmary, joined us, and we all headed together to the academy's back gate.

...It was a time I'd rather not remember.

I was already numb from all the surprises, but what awaited us there was another shock, or perhaps just pure bewilderment.

[This is my pride and joy, the 'Incognito Model DX'!]

Lady Elizabeth announced with a proud smile, gesturing towards the carriage. I had no idea what the correct reaction was and was utterly perplexed.

I glanced at His Highness; he was making a face I'd never seen before... How to describe it? It was as if all emotion had been drained away, a 'blank expression,' you might say.

What Lady Elizabeth indicated was a very plain carriage, similar to the public coaches that ran through the city.

[Eh? Isn't that just a regular coach?] Marie said airily. I thought, [You have guts, Marie!?] ...But I didn't say it out loud.

[Miss Marie. Do you know what 'incognito' means?]

[Isn't it when you go out secretly?]

As Marie looked puzzled, Lady Elizabeth let out a [Hmph!] through her nose... Why so theatrical...?

[You are naive! As naive as dumping an entire pot of sugar into your tea!!]

[That would be all gritty!]

I don't think that's the point, Marie...

['Incognito'... that is, it's all about 'stealth'! A ducal carriage offers no stealth whatsoever!]

[That's true...!]

[Hence, this 'Incognito Model DX'! The exterior is nearly identical to a public coach. But behold the interior!]

Saying this, Lady Elizabeth had the attendant open the carriage door.

The inside was completely different from a public coach; even the seats looked high-quality.

[This gorgeous and luxurious space! This is the style befitting a noble's incognito outings, don't you think?]

[Wow! Lady Elizabeth! Can I get in?!]

[By all means.]

As Lady Elizabeth nodded magnanimously, Marie let out an innocent cheer of [Wow!] and climbed into the carriage.

Meanwhile, Lady Elizabeth was explaining something about the seat springs and the velvet upholstery.

...What is this?

As I was thinking that, I heard a deep, deep sigh from beside me.

I looked over. His Highness had a distant look in his eyes.

[...Are Ellie and Miss Fluorite always... 'like that'...?]

He's asking me, right?

[Um... yes. They're pretty much always like that, I think...]

Yes. Lady Elizabeth says incomprehensible things, and Marie responds with even more incomprehensible things. That's how it usually is. But it's also fun. ...Though sometimes exhausting.

[I see... So you have your hardships too...]

'You too.'

Ah... So Your Highness also has your share of troubles...

[I trust you understand, but it's better not to ask Ellie any questions about that carriage.]

[Yes. I understand.]

I nodded. His Highness nodded deeply in return.

Right. If you carelessly ask Lady Elizabeth a question, you'll likely be subjected to a long, incomprehensible explanation.

Not that I mind Lady Elizabeth enjoying herself, but I never understand a word of it.

I only end up in that situation very occasionally, but His Highness probably lives in that state constantly... No wonder he gets that 'blank expression.'

* * *

Later, I went home in the 'Incognito Model DX' with Marie, who had thrown a tantrum, insisting, [I really want to ride!] ...Incidentally, Marie apparently stayed on after I got off and had the carriage take her back to the academy.

Marie, you're usually so timid, how do you become so shameless at times like this...?

As befitted Lady Elizabeth's prized carriage, the ride was far more comfortable than a public coach.

In that comfortable carriage, I found myself feeling an unwarranted sense of kinship with His Highness...

* * *

When I had that fever, it seemed I lost consciousness on the way to the infirmary.

Apparently, 'Dan'—Daniel Carey—had carried me in his arms.

...Phew... Good thing I was unconscious! That's way too embarrassing!!

Later, I bought some sweets and approached him. [I'm sorry for the trouble I caused you that time...] Mr. Carey just laughed and said, [Nah, don't worry about it. It was nothing.]

I'd chosen cheese-flavored cookies with less sweetness, just in case he didn't like sweet things... Later, I panicked, thinking, [But that's also a taste people can be picky about!]

A few days later, Mr. Carey told me, [The sweets were delicious. Thanks,] and I felt relieved.

There's just something about Mr. Carey...

His vibe, I guess? It's soothing.

He was the first to notice I wasn't feeling well. He carried me to the infirmary. But he doesn't act like he did me a big favor.

I kinda like him.

From that day on, I started talking to Mr. Carey more often.

Lady Elizabeth watches me with a smile when I do that.

But...

I wonder why. Sometimes it reminds me of my grandmother who passed away when I was little...

My grandma used to look at me with that kind of smile...

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