It was a bright summer day, Eleanore was with her best friend of that time, Flora Damaria. They were sitting in the Sinclair Mansion's Garden, talking over tea, when suddenly something struck in Flora's mind.
"Elle?" She calls her and Eleanore immediately places her milk glass away.
"Hmm?" She tilts her head looking for Flora's question.
"Am I your best friend?" She asks, remembering the time Eleanore ignored her and talked to others for a long time in the last party.
Eleanore was puzzled by that question. Flora has and will always be her best friend, then why would she ask a question like that?
"Flora, why are you asking that? You are of course my best friend." She smiles.
Flora's face lightened up with a huge half-moon smile, as she pulled out a paper and a pen from her small handbag. She started screeching on it and Eleanore wondered what she was jotting down on that blank paper.
