Chapter 72 Remembering The Old Times

The different colours of lights that change every now and then on the trees look magical, that even the animals and insects at night are bewitched by it. It is the month of December. It is an old custom at the Williams estate to have the trees near the castle and along the paths or road to have it decorated with christmas lights. It is like the festival of lights. 

It is nine in the evening, and it is freezing outside hence the minus temperature that was forecasted. There is not a moving soul to be seen inside the castle. The maids have been dismissed and have already retired to their rooms. Yet, in the middle of the courtyard, is a figure of a person in a wheelchair. Marianne had been staring at the lights. She likes the centrepiece christmas tree there which is about fifteen feet tall.

She made a long sigh.