The manor was silent, wrapped in the thick stillness of the night. The only sound came from the distant rustling of leaves, carried by the gentle breeze.
After returning from Lord Hawthorne’s estate, both Alexander and Lucia had retreated to their respective chambers. But sleep eluded them.
In Lucia’s room, the warm water of the bath barely eased the tension in her shoulders.
Marian had done her best, adding lavender oil to calm her nerves, but the weight of tomorrow’s engagement party gnawed at her mind.
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