Unlucky

Although Daphne had not said much, Cecilia immediately knew where Daphne's mind went, but even so, she was not the type to give excuses if she was not asked.

"I will come visit you just before your birthday, I might stick around for a while, I am not sure yet." Cecilia could be heard saying.

"YOU'LL COME?" Daphne asked enthusiastically, a smile making itself visible on her face.

"Yes. Also, I have to go now."

The lack of fluctuation in the tone would make one think that Ce had no love to spare for Daphne, or that she was coldhearted and did not care to speak with her too much.

The truth of the matter was wrapped around who Cecilia was, as a person. Although Cecilia had been the one that thought Daphne how to read people better, and seemed to have it all figured out, she was far from perfect. She was, simply put, indeed more cold blooded than most people. Part of the reason for this were her circumstances, while the other part was due to her extremely logical and generally pessimistic mentality.

Daphne had learned to be disinterested as a way of self-preservation.

She had perfect memory, something that spelled more like a curse, than a gift. Having perfect memory and keeping your mind unoccupied meant that random memories, questions or thoughts, could always invade your mind and make you question what you had thus far considered 'truth.'

At the same time, having said perfect memory was similar to having a book in your mind, one that sits on the shelfs of your memory. You are familiar with it, read the summary, but you have not actually read it yet. Daphne could go back and 'read' her memories, see them differently, and analyze them.

If she had been emotionless, this might not have mattered, but she wasn't, and there were things she would rather not revisit.

Cecilia had thought Daphne how to guide her interest and empty her mind. This resulted in a Daphne that would obsessively concentrate on specific tasks or fields.

Ce, on the other hand, found it extremely hard to keep herself interested in anything. It was in her nature to shift through her interests as if she were changing her socks.

The two friends were fundamentally different in this way.

As much as Cecilia loved Daphne, she was incapable of being consistent because, although she always changed her interests, she never left things unfinished, leaving her to be always occupied with a multitude of things.

To Cecilia, relationships remained the same if nothing intervened or happened, no matter the amount of time that passed.

Basically, since she had considered Daphne to be one of her most loved people, it remained that way, even if she did not show it constantly.

Time for Cecilia was passing differently than for other people.

As Daphne was pouting since Cecilia announced the end of their short conversation; Ce, who hadn't yet closed the call, snorted, after which she gave a few chuckles and commented;

"Damn Daph, you're unlucky."

"???"

"What do you mean?" Daphne asked, bewildered.

"You have a package." Cecilia commented with an amused tone.

"A package?"

"Yes. That's what I said. No need to repeat after me. I have to go, but before I do; a piece of advice. Be honest about it, you don't want your start to sour because you're keeping things from your hubby."

"Too-da-loo!" The voice sounded more and more amused as it went on, culminating in a weird way of saying 'goodbye'.

While Cecilia was saying goodbye, Daphne had started asking a question,

"What do you—"

But soon, she realized, that Ce was no longer listening and had actually ended the conversation this time.

As Daphne sat there, confused, not making sense of what had just happened, someone knocked on the door.

"Yes?" Daphne answered.

"Ma'am, you have received a package. It's from your father."

The voice of one of the maids could be heard from the door that had been slightly cracked open. The maid was not peering into the room, and was keeping her head down.

Daphne blanked for a second and after she recovered, she ordered the maid to bring her the package.

The maid came in, dressed in a fitted suit with a stylish apron and presented a wooden box in front of Daphne. Keeping it in her hands, as if her hands were a platter.

Daphne took the medium sized box from the maid and told her she could go.

Based on what Ce had said, Daphne had a bad premonition about this box.