"Hi, Felicia. Happy birthday!" Standing in front of Felicia, Natasha smiled, "Sorry that I came without being invited."
"No, no… It’s… It’s my great pleasure, Your Grace." Felicia was almost too excited to speak properly, "I really wanted to invite you, Your Grace. But I’m not qualified… I’m just…"
"I know, I know…" Natasha gently touched Felicia’s hair and comforted her, "Don’t call me ‘Your Grace’. Just call me Natasha like many years ago when we were playing together in the manor. I remember that back in the days when the old count was still alive, we always went hunting with uncle Samuel, Alfred and Harrington."
"I was so short and always fell over." All those memories came back to Felicia, "I cried a lot."
"Yes, you did. And ten years later, you’re turning eighteen." Natasha’s heart was also softened by those memories, "Alfred and uncle Samuel must be very happy in heaven seeing you become such a gorgeous noble lady."
