Inside Lyra's room, the girls who had left their bags in the other rooms they had been given were all sitting on top of Lyra's bed, talking animatedly.
"Girl, why didn't you explain or elaborate that your mother was truly sick?" Eugene was the first to bring that matter to the surface.
Lyra rolled her eyes at Eugene, who only believes what she sees and none of what she hears.
"You ….. didn't I say that when she fell sick?"
"But ….. I thought that she was just ill and not that ill!"
"Then what's the difference?"
Eugene shook her head as melancholy filled her eyes.
"If hadn't seen your second mother before, I would have thought that she was faking it. With how plainly dressed she is tonight; I would have thought that she was fooling around!" Eugene said righteously.
She had seen quite a lot of interesting things in society and as a lover of dramas and novels, she understood these stepmothers a lot.
