The Longest Night

"I don't think so, miss," I denied.

"Really? What's your name?" she asked.

"Charlotte,"

"There is indeed someone named Charlotte among the people I know. What's your last name?"

"Sorry, miss, my family name is not worth mentioning." I panicked and couldn't help but swallow my saliva.

She didn't answer. She just held her head high, trying to remember, muttering a few words to herself from time to time.

"Moore, is that you? Charlotte Moore?"

"It's really you! When did we last meet? Oh... it must have been years ago. How did you change so much? And why have you become a maid?" She jumped off the bed and approached me, staring at my face.

I'm sure my embarrassment was quite evident, but the Yetta I knew was never one to be subtle.

Seeing that I didn't say a word, she urged impatiently: "Tell me, what's going on?"

I didn't say anything, just shook my head.

"Okay, if you don't want to say it, forget it." She was discouraged and stopped asking.

At night, when Sebastian walked into the room,