- 20 May 2018, 18:58
The English woman nodded again. She certainly understood the risks, but with being so far away from home, Madeline found her own personal risks had decreased, but some still existed. She wasn't completely safe and she probably never would be. People would always judge her, hate her and that was a fact she had come to terms with a long time ago.
"How do I feel about her?" Madeline repeated, her brows furrowing at the question. How Madeline felt about Caterina had never been something she had ever even thought about it. Cat was her closet friend, her neighbor and her lover. She loved the redhead woman dearly, but was she in love with her? No, no she wasn't. Cat was a widow who had loved her husband of three years immensely, something Madeline had only encountered once in her life. It was that exact reason as to why Lady Madeline Blythe had been living in America for the last ten years.
Her gaze turned to the door Caterina had disappeared through, and she pursed her lips, "Caterina is my dearest friend. I don't know what I would do with out her."