A Villainess' Lawyer - I'll Help You Get The Palimony You Deserve

Chapter Eight: Her Past - Lady Rebecca Vanderwood, Age 9 - 10 (Part Two)

"Ah, you're back."

Simone noted as the young girl walked towards her, her eyes a tell-tale sign of her current innermost emotions, and they just screamed of turmoil. Having already loaded most of the vegetables that they needed to the back of the wooden cart; the older girl simply held her hand out for the smaller girl to take.

Grabbing it, Rebecca clambered up into the seat beside her silently, a detail that did not go unmissed.

"You seem disappointed, although I don't really know what you were expecting to see."

Pulling at the reins of the horse, the pair began their journey back to Rosemary Convent.

Yet, there was still no response.

"Rebecca?"

Turning to briefly glance down at the defeated girl beside her, Simone frowned in concern now.

"Are you alright?"

"Yeah..."

Rebecca replied, she was just taking a moment to... process all of the things that she had seen today. It was rather... ground-breaking to say the least.

"I just feel as though I had my whole world shattered to pieces before my very eyes."

The young girl admitted, her blue orbs staring blankly towards the empty road ahead of them as she spoke.

"It's like all my expectations and perceptions have just been thrown right out of the window."

"Just from seeing the Andrews girl?"

Simone questioned, her eyebrows crinkling down in confusion.

"That's a bit much. Did she make that much of an impression on you when you met last time?"

Rebecca hummed to herself before responding, recalling how she felt during her past readings of the book in her previous life, and how she did actually enjoy the heroine's character within the storyline.

"Something like that..."

The braided haired girl scoffed, shaking her head as she did.

"Impressions are fleeting, people change over time. It's natural, Rebecca – it's all part of the process of growing up."

'But technically I am already grown up...'

If she added up the age of Susanne Prince when she died, and the number of years that she has been living in Rebecca Vanderwood's body up till now, she would already be in her mid-twenties. A little bit over the age of a legal adult. Though, the blonde had to admit – that was a pretty perceptive way to look at life.

Simone never truly failed to amaze her with how mature she could be at times, and how open she was when it came to certain topics that would normally be frowned upon if ever brought up in Church.

'Maybe, just maybe...'

"Hey, Simone,"

Rebecca began hesitantly, her small palms gripping tightly on to the bottom of her seat.

"Have you ever wondered if there was something more beyond our mere existence?"

Her set of childlike eyes looked towards the front, not certain if she should look her in the eye for this.

"Like, this world is our world, and we do live and breathe in it... but what if – hypothetically, of course – this world was inside of a novel or story in another world?"