The Bleaufort Estate [2]

Brandon just sat there and watched Florence laughing like a manic... the noble elegance she was maintaining till now shattered and she laughed like a crazy woman.

He slowly turned his gaze to Eira who just smiled dryly "Well, she is kind of... idiot."

Brandon blinked. "That's your mom."

Eira shrugged as if that said everything.

Florence wiped the corner of her eye with one finger as she finally sat up straighter, "That was fun," she grinned.

She placed a hand on her chest and muttered "I always admired those scenes from the old dramas—you know, where the noble matriarch rejects the poor but noble-hearted youth and then comes around in the last act?"

"You should have seen me at the annual celebration in the Academy back then. I played the Mad Witch of Caerra and got a standing ovation."

Brandon stared at her, still processing, as Eira groaned beside him.

"You're such a drama queen," she muttered under her breath.