Ritsul

*bad language warning*~ When I got home, I had to explain things to Mom who understood fairly well. I didn't tell her about the whole "Terrace-pledging-her-love-to-me" thing. Isa wasn't around. She probably was at one of her plays or something. I definitely didn't want to tell her about Terrace (well, of course I'd tell her Terrace knows). Not because she'd be jealous or anything. No, she'd be the exact opposite. Isa's crush was back home, and she knew if anyone else wanted to marry me, she'd push me like no tomorrow to marry someone else to break our engagement. Terrace snarfed down her breakfast the next morning: a bowl of cinnamon cere