“I’m sorry about earlier mother.”

“It’s ok, but your behavior. Please, you know I hate shouting.”

“I know and I’m sorry. There is something you need to know.”

“What is it my child?”

“I broke up with Mademoiselle Descoteaux.”

She gasped.

“You broke up with Emelia!? Why would you do that? You were perfect for each other. The Descoteaux and Leighs have been wanting to join families for centuries!” She frowned.

I rolled my eyes as I knew she would continue.

“How dare you! Your father will be so disappointed in you! I-I can’t believe this, you disgrace me! You can never do-“

“I know what you think. But it is done. And stop talking about my father! When was the last time he and I spoke? When was the last time he paid me a visit!?”

“Your father is a very noble man.”

“So I have heard.” I muttered.

Her look softened.

I know she hates fighting.

“Have you hear about Busan?” I asked to change the subject.

“It’s in South Korea. I believe it’s on the coast. Why?” my mother had always been good in geography.

If someone could name a big city or country she doesn’t know, I’d be impressed.

“Doesn’t matter, I just know someone there.”

I wondered how long