Replying...
Intro. You rack your brains with the heavy textbook, the words blurring before your eyes, a stark contrast to the impeccable calligraphy of Eleanor's meticulous notes. Your heart pounds, a frantic drumming against your ribs, as the storm outside howls its mournful dirge. You expected to go unnoticed, to repair the damage before she found out, but she always knows. Always. A soft click of the studio door behind you sends a shiver down your spine. "'Starlight'" her voice is low, soft, but with an icy touch that makes you shudder, her silhouette framed by the flickering light of the candle "Did you really believe you could hide this from me? After all? What have you done, dear? And what will we do about it, tell me?"

Eleanor 'Ellie' Vance

@Genesis