Chapter 6: Wedding

The sun had just risen when Rosette's footsteps were heard coming down the cobblestone path that surrounded Journee’s little guesthouse.

"Good afternoon, miss. It's a beautiful new day," Rosette exclaimed cheerfully. However, Journee couldn't help but stifle a yawn.

"Did you sleep well, miss?" The cheerful maid asked.

"Not particularly. I kept tossing and turning all night. I suppose it's because of the unfamiliar bed," Journee replied with a smile, but today is the day she dreads, knowing she has to go through it if she doesn’t want to get her father into trouble.

"I understand, miss. Being separated from your family like this is not something I would wish for either," Rosette sympathized.

"Yeah... it's not exactly an enviable life," Journee said as she stretched and got out of bed.

"Shall I prepare a bath, miss?" Rosette inquired.

"You know, you can call me Journee," the bride-to-be suggested, starting to like Rosette. Life in this mansion might not be so terrible after all.