#10. At the End of the Season (7)

Perhaps the recent events had left Eugenie rather tired. Even in the swaying carriage, which rocked enough to make her a little carsick, she had her eyes gently closed, her head resting on Eleonore’s shoulder.

Eleonore gently tilted her head and gazed at Eugenie, who had entrusted her weight to her and was sleeping peacefully.

Eleonore’s moist, pink lips curved faintly upward, and her sky-blue eyes reflected nothing but the ivory-haired young lady.

As Eleonore admired her sleeping friend’s face with such a tender smile…

“Um… My lady.”

At the voice calling her, Eleonore carefully turned her head, worried she might wake Eugenie, who was leaning against her shoulder.

“What is it, Viola?”

Viola, seated across from Eleonore, was looking at her with her back ramrod straight, in a posture that seemed terribly uncomfortable.

In the evening glow slanting through the carriage window, her reddish-gold hair looked redder than usual.

“I… I mean… um, my lady…”...