Following her instinct and sharp memory, she followed the path she thought was the right one until she finds herself standing in the front door of the family’s tea store.
“Here she is, mother. Young lovely Francesca took a stroll around,” Uncle Bastien shouted in enthusiasm towards the opposite side where old Lady Margaret was.
For the short time her granddaughter’s disappearance, she was worried. Since Lady Francesca’s arrival at her home, she felt something was off, given that she didn’t gave a prior notice of her arrival like she used to do before to give enough time for the granny to prepare the room for her. This time was abrupt and sudden. There must a reason behind it. And she ought to wait for her granddaughter to take her time to open up for her.
“Oh, thank goodness!” Lady Margaret had sighed in relief and immediately approached her newly arrived granddaughter.
The next morning where Lady Francesca was about to meet the handmaid recruited by Lady Margaret, there was a letter sent from Feledencia, particularly from the duchess herself. It was directly addressed for the young maiden and not for Lady Margaret.And as expected, she was right on what she was thinking all along. Her father had actually fell into the manipulative hands of his second wife’s scheme, making her feel disappointed on how far his deceased father had let the enemy into their lives. Was she wrong all along to consider his father to be a literate and intelligent man? Then, why did he go this far in handling over his own daughter over the scheme of a wicked woman? Was it just because she is a woman of his liking after her mom?Lady Francesca’s thought were troubled with many unanswered questions that she knew all along would never be answered as the one she was asking was already at the
Tying the knot of Lady Francesca’s corset, Catherine Gunner had accidentally measured her waist length wrongly, making her slightly grimaced in pain and discomfort when it became too tight.“Ouch!” The young Feledencian heiress was used to the accurate measurement of Eloisa, and Lady Margaret’s handmaid, but the aspiring applicant was doing slight error on her first try.“My deep apologies, my lady,” she immediately apologized and made an adjustment accordingly. Dressing up a mannequin in the clothing boutique was different from dressing up a real person in actual. She should have known it beforehand so as not to commit such careless error. She knew very well that her dream job was still not officially hers.Lady Margaret had just given her the chance to prove her credibility despite the unwelcoming look received from Lady Francesca prior to the vulg
“Have a sip from my very own handmade aged wine fermented under the cool temperature of the lake in Winstow, my lord,” one of the muses offered to Lord Syford who was busy conversing with another woman on the side in an attempt to steal his attention.Bending over, she made sure her healthy and firm bosoms do their hypnotizing talents but to no avail. Lord Syford had already mustered the art of resistance long before he started with his unhealthy habits on women. He knew ambitious and wicked women would do such in order to win him over as a man, that’s why his paranoid father included them in his training as future successor to the lordship of the earldom.“That’s a wonderful offer my lady. But I am afraid wine wouldn’t do any good especially for a man responsible for such soiree at early times like this. I would more joyous to heed at your offer later when the night respite was ‘bout to
The orchestra band started with their new piece. Now, slower tempo than the first one to align with the theme of the earl and his Feledencian escort, who was clad with elegant ballgown and astonishingly adorned with expensive shimmering gems especially the little floral flowers on her head.Resting her soft as fabric palms on top of Lord Syford’s left shoulder, Lady Francesca extended the remaining free arm to the side midair. The earl graciously caught her free hand in the air and intertwined it with his callous palms, soothing his arms to relax.The Feledencian woman was quite the beauty a man could ever ask for in this lifetime. With her perfectly beautiful, strong yet delicate facial features, not to mention her auburn fierce curly hairs; twined with her naturally curvy shape; and an interesting personality, Lord Syford seems to forget all his aristocratic misgivings about the system of nobility.&nbs
In an instant the feeling of defeat she was feeling few moments ago suddenly disappeared as if fading with the sounds of his name coming from her own tongue. Great! The effect was something never anticipated. Francesca could feel her nerves and impulse slowly calming. ‘How can his name have such effect on me?’ she wondered.“And yours my lady?” Lord Syford asked back to hear the introductory monologue of the Feledencian woman with a radiating smile registered on his face brought about by the pleasure of hearing her say such words he long to hear after three long years of his loss.Lady Francesca was quick to get back on her wits upon hearing him ask for hers. “Francesca. Francesca of House Chandler, the only daughter of the late duke of Feledencia. My mother was a Feledencian noble, daughter of Lady Margaret,” she introduced.“Whoa! Su
The next morning Lady Francesca woke up early than expected. Even her grandmother, Lady Margaret was quite surprised upon seeing her lovely granddaughter descends the grand staircase early in the morning to join her for a morning tea.“What a great surprised you are early today, young maiden? And specially blooming too. Hmm…” Lady Margaret put aside the newsletter she was reading to throw a questioning look toward Francesca, making the latter slightly blush in embarrassment.“Was there anything eventful about last night’s party worth sharing for, my dear?” the old Mrs. Anderson nagged again with a teasing smile on her face.Feeling more pressured to speak than ever, she had a deep sigh and took the opposite sofa facing her ever chirpy and youthful grandma, always seeking for something interesting and worth gossiping.
“You look marvelous, my lady!” Catherine complimented on her. It might be on her girl’s natural instincts to at least feel demotivated to have someone look prettier than her, she couldn’t come to stop such compliment coming from her mouth. Francesca’s beauty came into another phase with the cowgirl style than what she usually wears.“Oh! That was generous of you, Catherine. I hope you’re not holding grudge against me about your dream man.” Lady Francesca, being her straight forward self, said without mincing words. The handmaid was starting to get the hang of her mistress’s attitude regarding such. It seems as if it lacks the real time experience of communicating properly and sensitively concerning people’s feelings. Perhaps, it was on the environment she was bred into.“No worries dear, this was just a simply horseback riding activity in the mountains.
Ignoring the lump of guilt for going ahead of the planned rendezvous with Dynirho, Francesca boldly entered the depths of the forest serving as the entrance into the rich mountain of Verindale.She doesn’t have a firsthand knowledge about the geography of the terrains, nor any clue about any particular site worth stopping by for a short breathtaking view. She was plainly motivated by her furry and pain to mindlessly wonder to such sanctuary, she ought the right place to find peace and solace amid the whirlwind life of being a Chandler heiress. ‘Of all people who would be responsible of taking away of freedom of choice for choosing the man whom she will be sharing the rest of eternity with, why does it have to be the man whom she loved and trusted more than she would to herself?’ Simply speculating about it; and actually, learning about it with your