Studies today were Latin and botany. Olivia declared herself bored with exotic grasses and turned to me, instead.
Olivia bores easily.
But she did declare that my face no longer appears quite so long. Then she decided that I shall be a Great Beauty, after all.
Olivia sometimes sees the world as she wishes it, and not as it truly is.
Then she announced (after I pointed out that I had no need of Great Beauty; I intend to find a husband among her thwarted suitors) that it didn’t matter, anyway. I shall marry her brother.
I couldn’t speak. How did she know?
Then I realized she meant Winston.
Perhaps sometimes I see the world as I wish it, too.