The Face Behind The Note

"I still don't understand why Mirabelle would invite any of us for an outing when she clearly hated our guts and she never for once failed to hide it," Maya frowned as I helped her tighten her corset.

"When does she even have the time to plan an outing when she should be clearly busy cleaning or doing other chores now that she is a maid."

"Stop overthinking things Maya and be like Naya," I advised, tightening her corset, she glanced at Naya and frowned.

"I can't possibly be like Naya, she does things without thinking as though she doesn't have a brain," she frowned and I giggled.

"I can hear you," Naya said in a singing tone and Maya huffed looking away. Maya could be really sensitive and it was harder tricking her than Naya. She literally questioned everything before jumping into it. While Naya like she said, did things without thinking.

"There's something you're clearly not telling us and I don't know what it is," she frowned but I ignored her not answering her. She didn't need to