"Ava, should we send another letter for Achird Household this month?"
Ava turned to her, her eyebrows raised high. [Well, what are your thoughts on the matter?]
"We should?"
Upon hearing her query, Ava leaned back in her office chair, contemplating the decision at hand. But finally, she said, [We should.]
[Can you help me write the letter, my dear Isla?] the woman asked.
"Of course," Isla smiled.
While penning the letter, Isla discreetly cast a fleeting gaze in her sister's direction, noticing that Ava had yet to resume her own tasks.
Seated quietly in her chair, an air of tranquility surrounded her.
Isla couldn't fathom the underlying reason behind Ava's consistent behavior whenever the Achird Household was mentioned.
But each time, Ava would consistently ask Isla to compose a formal letter devoid of any deep emotions. It always felt like she was keeping a safe distance.
