"You look so much like her," there was a gap between his words and the next ones in line, "Your hair, eyes, face shape and even height…," he trailed off, his eyes darting from one feature on her to the next.
What to say to that?
Arabella merely stood there, waiting for whatever came after it. Perhaps the memories she had of him tricked her into believing he was different.
The Rubius she once knew strung his words together perfectly and never tumbled on them, spoke cryptically or leaped from one topic to another like that.
The man in front of her was all over the place…
"Grandfather…," her eyebrows furrowed, she plucked up the courage to ask yet another question, hoping he wouldn't deflect again, "How did aunt Nolina die?"
His mouth opened then closed again as his gaze remained strictly on her face. It clearly was sore for him and perhaps even unfair, but she dared ask, nonetheless.
