A living riddle, that's what was in front of Elizabeth. Another living riddle, she thought. She had been encountering more and more of those since she been elevated to her position. She should have studied at an acclaimed university, she thought, but being self-taught was the best she could afford at the time. Still, nevertheless, here she was: although for all the wrong reasons, by luck, she guessed Holliday's innocence. Elizabeth did not always like luck. And it always felt undeserved.
But Holliday's mention of love without any obvious reason whatsoever, just like that, gave her something to draw conclusions from by her own intent, and not by fortune's. Was it the drink, or something more? Fifty-fifty, she thought, and better use the luck while it's still present.
"The only reason why I would claim it was me if it wasn't is protecting someone. It was a woman, wasn't it?"
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