Odd is right, but she likes it too. Mistress. It has quite a ring to it. There was a woman once named Mistress, though she doubts her parents named her thus. Not that it's such a terrible thing to be named by one's lover, one's friends, instead. Lucrezia swings their hands even higher and smiles to herself. Whatever Spiegel implies, Cass is still here. She isn't alone.

"Most important. A love letter. Perhaps I should write one for you next."