Chapter 119

“Mila,” I exclaim, surprised to see her here by this hour. “You’re here, why?”

“I got the items. I just wanted to know if it was okay for me to start wrapping them.”

Now I’m hella confused. “Wrapping what exactly?”

She shot me a look. “You wrote me a note, listing items you wanted to buy as Christmas presents. You gave me that along with some gold bars.”

Wait, what? “When did I do all that?”

“Um, yesterday after mass.”

What the? “Mila, I don’t remember talking to you after mass. I would have known if I did.”

“I could show you the note if you want, my lady.”

“Please do.”

She hands over a sheet of paper, and I’m shocked to see it is my handwriting. A jumpsuit for Waxlyn? A manuscript for Elijah? A special wine glass for Eloive, six rings for Ruarc? When did I ever write any of these?

“What’s the problem, my lady? Is it not your handwriting?”

“It is my handwriting, Mila, but I can’t remember writing these, I’m sorry.”