Even during the fashion exhibition six days ago, I couldn't find it in myself to confront anyone from my previous workshop, especially this certain noblewoman.
Then and again, Alessandra just keeps reeking of bad news to me. That's because all the memories I had with her were nothing but unpleasant.
"Good day to you, Lady Alessandra," I greeted with a courteous smile, feigning an obliging attitude.
A bit taken aback, her eyes widen at this for a second before the frown that's marring her frame seems to turn deeper. She's now regarding me with a contemplative gaze while I only continue flashing her a model smile that I happened to start using during photoshoots.
