"Are you also a talented seamstress, Miss Ana?" Chloe asked.
"Of course." She giggled with a hair flip to the side. "When I was young, tailoring was one of my passion for the arts. Then, I made it a career, almost full-time. But I had my obligations and adventures, so it became my hobby for the rest of my life... Until..."
Anasthasia's prideful tone dropped to a solemn; she didn't intend to drag the forlorn born in the atmosphere, so she shook her head and strutted forth.
To her surprise, Ind complimented her, "That's splendid; I didn't know that."
"I didn't tell anyone in the first place."
"Miss Ana, are you sure?" Chloe watched her warily and ought to bite her fingernails.
Anasthasias' steps reached the first platform, going up to the front door. She turned around only to see her hesitation; nevertheless, she gave her an answer.
"Naturally."
"But this isn't your home, though."
