PART 12
I smiled at her and quickly made to hug her before she got the opportunity to call me names, in reference I suppose , to my leaving the Academy while others had remained behind. ''Daddy's girl'', she often called me, whether implying I was spoilt by my dad or that she equally had no one to dote on her, I never was quite sure. But like the sensitive character I am I would struggle to find an appropriate byname to entitle her with.
''How is my pretty young thing, then?''
''Pretty young lady, you mean'', she responded,''lady of the bouquet''.
I laughed, or more to the point, half giggled-half laughed at what it was, her response reminded me of.
I smiled at her and quickly made to hug her before she got the opportunity to call me names, in reference I suppose , to my leaving the Academy while others had remained behind. ''Daddy's girl'', she often called me, whether implying I was spoilt by my dad or that she equally had no one to dote on her, I never was quite sure. But like the sensitive character I am I would struggle to find an appropriate byname to entitle her with.
''How is my pretty young thing, then?''
''Pretty young lady, you mean'', she responded,''lady of the bouquet''.
I laughed, or more to the point, half giggled-half laughed at what it was, her response reminded me of.
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