Chapter 78: Heathford (4)
After loosely tying up my hair, I opened the trunk. Inside were light casual clothes. Four sets were enough to rotate through. Thankfully, I hadn’t packed too much. Even though I liked to dress informally, it wouldn’t be appropriate to just wear a blouse. In this era, shirts and blouses were considered similar to underwear. So, I wore a vest that matched the color of my skirt.
“Do my eyes look swollen? Am I okay?”
I asked.
“You look good no matter what.”
Came the slick reply, full of glossy words. I let out a short, hollow laugh, reminded of the teenage Liam Moore I had seen in Herschel’s memories. Once I seemed almost ready, Liam subtly offered his elbow. He was dressed lightly as well, wearing a blue shirt that paired well with a navy vest.
“Shall we go?”
“Let’s go.”
As I left the room, I heard the strange sound of waves again. Swoosh, splash. Swoosh, splash. It felt like my ears were filled with water. It was clear that I was the only one hearing the repetitive sound because Liam Moore’s face remained calm. I glanced at the slightly open window.
‘I’m sure I closed it before sleeping.’