"Singing?" Arabella had chirped, her eyes lighting up while following Ada through the hallway leading towards the ground floor stairs.
"Well...Yes,"
Red in the face, the maid avoided Arabella's gaze, keeping hers down.
"Not for a second did I ever imagine this would be your answer, I must admit," Arabella let out a hearty little giggle, "Since you've told me you hadn't received any music training. I am sorry for assuming,"
"No, please, don't apologize. Your reaction is perfectly understandable," Ada went quiet for a short moment before adding, "I used to repeat the songs I'd heard and I tried to do them justice the best I could, but I don't think I ever did," she gave a nervous chuckle.
"You used to?" Arabella asked, "Do you not sing anymore?"
"Well, I hardly find the time to," Ada shook her head.
