In the present, as Evelyn talked about her experience on that stormy night, her grip on the teacup unconsciously tightened.
A slight shiver went through her.
It had been five years, but that night was still fresh in her memory.
Talking about what had happened wasn't easy, and she couldn't help but feel shame wash over her.
That feeling was now amplified now that she knew she came from pure nobility. She felt like she was a disgrace, and deep down, she couldn't help but wonder if her newfound parents would be disappointed or even dissatisfied with her.
Suddenly, she felt a warm palm on top of her hand, breaking her out of her thoughts.
She looked up to see Catherine looking at her.
Catherine couldn't understand the feeling of Evelyn and what it felt like, but she could empathize with her sister.
She didn't say anything, but Evelyn knew she was silently comforting her.
She nodded gratefully, continuing.
