Emilia stared at Amy as the latter slowly sipped her soup. "Amy...can I ask you something?"
Amy looked up at this. Emilia was rarely serious. And yet, her tone just now clearly stated that she had something on her mind. She nodded cautiously.
"Are we friends? Or are we sisters?"
Amy snapped her mouth shut at this. She had nothing to say about this.
Emilia pulled the chair on the opposite side and sat down with a thump," Never before would I have believed that you... The Amy Brighton would become an ostrich!"
"You claim that you came with me because I am young and you need to take care of me. But here I am, living the commoner life, with you dwelling in this house as if it were a cave. I cook for you and I care for you while you won't even acknowledge that we are at least friends?"
