What scared me a lot was that after I woke up, I would be slapped by the realization that it wasn't a dream at all, but it happened for real.
With a sigh, I asked them all to leave. I did not have an illness that prevented me from moving freely.
"I'll do it myself," I insisted.
I asked Hazel to step back, worried that she might see the ugly scars winding across my body.
At the birthday banquet being held in the Holden mansion, Callum patiently waited for me outside.
As soon as I finished preparing and dressed myself more appropriately, I went out. Upon reaching there, I caught a glimpse of Callum, which made me panic, but I was suddenly forced to smile at him.
"Why did the general come in person? This servant…"
"Vera," Callum interrupted me, his gaze on my face. "In the future, you will reclaim your identity as the Miss of the Holden Family and no longer need to refer to yourself as a servant."
I shook my head and replied, "I'm afraid I can't."
Callum frowned upon hearing what I told him.
"You know what? I can admire being well-behaved, but being too reserved is a bit much," he remarked.
I was taken aback. I knew he believed I was pretending.