Violet's P.O.V
"Why are you asking?". She tossed the cigar butt to the fire and took another one out from the humidor on the side table. Lighting it up the same way she did earlier. I debated with myself internally if I should tell her about my memories coming back. But I still can't trust her all too well. Considering the fact that she seems to be the reason for some sort of incident in the past. Grandmother might find a way to use my memories against every single thing I have worked for.
"He just seemed a bit familiar. Must have been from one of my dreams.", I answered. This makes her look at me with a stern but still warm gaze. "Draca in one of your dreams? Did it happen while you were staying here last month?", "Er. No. It was probably two or three years ago.", I tried to lie feeling myself fidget a bit in my seat from the blatant but obvious lie.
