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Chapter Four.
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𝓐melia woke up to Enola shaking the daylights out of her. It was late afternoon, Amelia noticed, by the medium light level filtering through the curtains. She groaned, shielding her eyes. That was one of the worst sleeps she had ever had.
"'Melia, up! We have somewhere to be!" The girl pushed, forcing Amelia out of her bed. The two were soon dressed in their expensive new outfits and ready to depart, Enola leading them to a café of sorts under the premise that they would have information about Eudoria's whereabouts.
"My Mother sent mail here frequently. I'm sure the ladies here will have some idea as to where she went," Enola declared as they entered. It was a normal shop, patrons enjoying pastries and coffee at their tables, but the girls were quick to notice a banging upstairs. They shared a look as the chandelier shook from something, or someone, hitting the floor up there.
"What's up there?" Enola asked a server as she walked by, coffee pot in her hand.
"Noisy bloody women," the waitress scoffed, continuing to serve customers. That seemed more likely to be somewhere Eudoria would send mail. Enola and her went up, finding a room where a martial arts class was being held, of simply women. It was odd, perhaps not to Enola, though, as she looked curiously at the lady approaching her.
"Good afternoon. You wanted to be recruited?" A woman walked up to them, looking the two up and down in minor confusion. They didn't necessarily look like the type to walk in there, being teenagers in frilly dresses, and all.
"Uh, no. I'm looking for Eudoria Vernet Holmes," Enola calmly stated, which made the woman, Edith, Amelia imagined, straighten up a tad.
"Enola? Enola Holmes. It is you, isn't it? Why are you dressed like a powderpuff?" Amelia looked up in curiosity as the woman teased Enola, a fondness in her eyes that made Amelia curious. The girl simply looked at her dress with a neutral gaze, then shrugged her shoulders.
"Oh, my. You look the spit of her." That made the girls relax a tad. So this woman really did know Eudoria well. Amelia wondered why Enola didn't know her. But, the girl didn't know Eudoria was leaving, or where she would be, or why she was gone. So, she imagined there were quite a few things about the woman that Enola wasn't privy to.
As the two spoke, Amelia turned her gaze to the women fighting, watching as they took turns playing aggressor and regulator, exchanging powerful hits and complex moves Amelia had never seen before. She knew Eudoria had a knack for training Enola in all types of self defense and defensive sports, so the girl knew how to defend herself in bad scenarios. It made the Hastings' girl feel a little safer having the girl as a friend, but at the same time, she felt a sense of envy and embarrassment. Amelia knew nothing of the sort.
