For a moment, Eve couldn't hear or see anything as if frozen. Becky could be a name… but it could also be short for Rebecca, which was her mother's name. Yesterday at the ball wasn't the first time she was told that she resembled someone faintly. There had been another time in the past when someone told her that she looked familiar but she had brushed it away.
Gathering her thoughts, she asked, "Becky?"
The woman frowned and repeated, "Becky? That wasn't her name."
The blacksmith shook his head, "That's her name." His wife gave him a look as if his memory was working well in remembering something so unwanted, and he explained to her, "A lot of men used to talk about her."
"The whole town used to talk about her," his wife rolled her eyes. "Anyways, a decent lady like yourself should not bother yourself with something like that." The woman then took her husband along with her, and walked away from there while leaving Eve standing there alone.
