Saturday Evening, An Unexpected Letter
Naminé stared at the letter again, trying to wrap her mind around it.
A villa, in France. The Master never went there any more, Lumiere said. So it was stuffy and dusty and falling into disrepair, and needed to be aired out and cleaned up immediately. Sooner than immediately.
Which was, of course, Lumiere's usual histrionics. Still.
Naminé had a hundred reasons why she couldn't go, not least of which were classes and Fina and the fact that she'd never been to France, and certainly couldn't flit off there on a moment's notice.
And yet ...
Naminé hopped down to Valentine's door and began knocking.
A villa, in France. The Master never went there any more, Lumiere said. So it was stuffy and dusty and falling into disrepair, and needed to be aired out and cleaned up immediately. Sooner than immediately.
Which was, of course, Lumiere's usual histrionics. Still.
Naminé had a hundred reasons why she couldn't go, not least of which were classes and Fina and the fact that she'd never been to France, and certainly couldn't flit off there on a moment's notice.
And yet ...
Naminé hopped down to Valentine's door and began knocking.