After dinner, I escaped into the library where Ms. Cat was reading a book.
"How was your meeting with your grandmother?" she asked.
"Terrible."
Ms. Cat laughed. "I'm glad I skipped dinner then."
I sat on a chair. "I think I get why you didn't show up during dinner."
"She doesn't like me."
"She doesn't seem to like a lot of people except Kiel."
"Kiel will always be her favorite."
"Yeah. Even more than me."
"Does that bother you, Miss Butterfly?"
"Not really. I don't want to be her favorite." I slouched on the chair and stretched my legs.
"If she saw you now, she would say: ‘Butterfly! That is very unladylike of you!'"
I couldn't hold my laughter. "Well, I'd rather be comfortable than ladylike."
Ms. Cat smiled. "Honestly, Miss Butterfly, I think I like the current you. When you were a little girl, you were like a robot. Always following orders and almost devoid of feelings."
"Why do I have a feeling that a part of my childhood was terrible?"
"Perhaps it was."