"Lies? You didn't have a miscarriage?" Sister Lisa raised her head suspiciously, still holding a bowl in her hands.
Elizabeth White raised an eyebrow smugly and placed a piece of sea cucumber in Sister Lisa's bowl. "It seems even fate is helping me; when I fell down the stairs, I got so scared that my period started!"
"What did you say? It wasn't a miscarriage? It was your period!"
"Shh! Keep your voice down." Sister Lisa's voice got a bit loud out of excitement, and Elizabeth quickly gestured with her fingers and looked around. Seeing no one was paying attention to their conversation, she continued, "That's why I say fate is helping me."
