Abigail smiled and glanced at Julia, who was in a rather spirited conversation with Emma, and nodded. “Indeed. I met her a few weeks ago and she has been one of the few people I decided to immediately trust. It is a strange feeling to explain but she has become my confidant. Only we cannot see one another every day, as she accompanies her great-aunt, mostly.”
Everyone is baring their souls in each line while sounding stilted and robotic. Where is the coy speak? The shyness? This is pissing me off
