changed. The future
fines, two twelve-year-old girls peered through the window, captivated by the majestic façade of Whittermore Manor. The grand
a sight to behold, each element contributing to an aura of timeless elegance. Amidst the anticipation, it was almost surreal to fathom that this stately abode would soon become their cherished home. The car
ith a touch of grey. Her fair complexion was complemented by piercing blue eyes. She was attired in a regal gown of the palest green, embroidered with delicate white flowers. Accompanying her was a man, presumably her hus
said sombrely as he broke the tense silen
s her face. "I heard you took a slave as your lover. To have
also knew that his brother had suffered a great loss when he had married a slave as a wife. He forced himself to remain calm and respectful.
ed, the words catching in his throat. "I would not ask this of you if it were not necessar
el knelt and put a hand on each girl's shoulder. "This is your Aunt Abigail and your Uncle Edward. The
eyes wide with curiosity and apprehension.
hair, and Louise, whose hair was thick and dark and whose complexion matched her late mother's. Abigail's lips pressed into a thin line. Though she trie
d always been protective of her younger sister. As Aunt Abigail turned abruptly and strode into the h
t be easy, especially for a girl like herself. But with Lucy by her side, she felt hopeful, she co
th emotion. He pulled them into a tight embrace before letting them go. "You mus
Manor. They waved as he disappeared from view, their young h
ide, the manor was as grand as its exterior suggested. Old paintings and gold-framed mirrors hung on the walls. Thick rugs covered the marble floors. A
cowling. "Your father brought you here for me to care for, so you will do as I say! Understand!" Lucy and Louise nodded mutely. Abigail turned first
ou will work hard and learn to keep your head down." She continued grabbing Louise's face, her grip painful. "You will serve as Lucy's maid a
" Aunt Abigail sneered, her words dripping with disdain. She let go of
en them, and Abigail's eyes narrowed. Her eyes blazed with anger. Her hand flew out, striking Louise hard across the fa
d menacing. She stepped closer to Louise, her face mere inches from t
eople like her belong." With a nod, the maid dragged a sobbing Louise away, ignoring the girl's screams and sobs. Louise felt her