Estra was very very overbearing, but one could not help but pity her a bit.
In the end, they did let her be. This was her choice and it seemed like no matter what happened from this point on, she’d be fine with it.
Of course, while some wanted to ask her what her next step was (mostly out of curiosity), they were not close enough to ask those questions.
After a few words, Estra was then escorted outside, though as she took more and more steps away, the more the reality of it all was pounded into her.
What now?
Where could she go?
If they knew of her reputation, would anyone want anything to do with her?
Did she really do that? Was she too rash? She had to admit it felt...liberating, but, indeed, what now?
"Done?" a voice pulled her back to the present.
Estra blinked, looking at the side. "Veronica."
"Done with the meeting? How was it?"
Her eyes glistened. "You waited for me?"
"???" "No, I was just hanging around looking for handsome men."
"..."
"Come now, let’s go," the pink-haired girl said, grabbing her arm to lead her somewhere. "See the territory with me, and then you’d know what your next step could be."
"Thank you."
Estra walked onto the plaza, looking out at the bustling street that greeted her. As they walked towards one of the nearby cafes though, she was surprised to see another familiar face having tea there.
Still with a group of unfamiliar girls.
"Cassandra?" she uttered. They were not close, but she had seen her often enough. Not to mention, her circle mocked her a lot for being a town noble.
Then...when she was supposedly killed before her wedding, many people around her shook their heads. They talked about the tragedy with varying opinions, but they were discussing it like a gossip topic and nothing else.
So...she was here? This whole time?
She looked refreshed, though, much more beautiful than Estra remembered. She was wearing simple clothing, but it felt comfortable. Somehow, Estra knew the other girl was striving here.
Her circle often laughed at her to her face or behind her back, but look at their situation now.
It felt... complicated.
Cassandra was also with two other girls she had never seen, and she was bracing herself for a reverse-mockery.
It confused her when nothing of the sort came.
Ria was a writer who started out writing BL fanfiction. She had moved on to original works now that the subjects of the fanfiction had, regretfully, limited the use of their names (the approval was only valid for a year, so she had to move on to the next thing before it ended).
She attended Olga and Hilda’s business of aborigine etiquette just to get a feel of the culture since she wanted to write more about it in her stories. She met Cassandra, who helped out part-time, there.


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