When she walked through the halls, Arabella could see the lingering gaze that stopped at her. It didn't bother her. At first it does, but recalling Donna's words, she understood that there was no use in being accepted by everyone when none of them were someone who she should care about. But for some odd reasons, it bothers her.
Not their words, rather how her senses were.
Usually she couldn't hear people whispering in such a low murmur, but today... she could.
No, even worse, Arabella could even feel that her legs were lighter, that if she wanted to, she could perhaps ran even faster than ever in her entire life.
She also felt uncomfortable by how the slightest rustle of the wind would tickle her ears or how sharp her eyes were to spot the maids who were so far away from her.
Feeling spooked, Arabella rubbed her neck.
