hrough the massive windo

, the female lead. She had dug through the original Helena's hoard of unopened shopping bags and selected a small, velvet box containing a silver Tiffany pen. It w

use was the size of a museum, and the original Helena's memories were a blurry

oor. She assumed it was a sitting

ft pastels. A drafting table sat by the window

The female lead of the

a step bac

are you doing in

cked like a w

head butler, stood in the hallway. His posture

n with bright blonde hair and wi

hen she saw Helena. She pulled

rthur hated the original Hele

g that does not belong to you," Arthur sa

using her

ike a pathetic lie. She looked at Alaina. She

nst the small, velvet box she had deliberately packed earlier. It

ocket. She smiled. It was a bright,

straight to

wer lip hard and

ront of her and hel

I wanted to give you your welcome

th opened slightly, b

ere shaking as she slowly reached out

heavy, silver

ena said. She kept her voice warm and steady. "I thought

the pen. Her blue eyes

laina whispered. "

ad ever spoken to her without

ushed with embarrassment. His accusation n

the butler. Her s

to the breakfast room?" she asked polite

He gave a stiff nod.

nd followed him

htly against her chest. She watched her step-sister walk away. The fear

d briskly ah

ciate tardiness," Arthur sa

eminder, Arthur," He

how to handle this calm, polite

afting table. She looked at her sketches. She decided