A week passed.
The following Saturday arrived unnoticed, and with it, another class with Roger Dickens.
To be honest, I was a little nervous about it, as the incident that happened in our last class still bothered me.
Nevertheless, I tried to put those thoughts out of my mind. It would be better if I just forgot about it, right? You could say it was just an accident that didn't really matter.
In the end, thinking this, I sighed heavily once again as I got ready for the trip to the Dickens estate.
The journey went smoothly, and soon I found myself at the familiar estate.
Roger Dickens, as before, met me at the gate.
"Welcome, Lady Weinstein."
He held out his hand to help me down from the carriage.
"How was your trip?" he asked.
"Fine, thank you," I replied calmly.
We exchanged formal greetings, but as soon as I looked at him more closely, I sensed something strange. More precisely, I couldn't help but notice that Roger's expression was somewhat unusual today.
