SCARLETT'S P.O.V.I sneezed for the hundredth time, growing increasingly annoyed at the dust in the room. For heaven's sake, this room was cleaned not too long ago; it shouldn't be this dusty. Perhaps I was coming down with something, or maybe...maybe this room was spelt by some mystical force to always be dusty. Whatever, I couldn't wait to be out of here. It was the weekend, which meant I'd have to clean the storage rooms, pantry, and less important rooms; and by less important rooms I meant the drawing rooms. Yes, this manor has a freaking drawing room. I mean, I shouldn't be too surprised given the luxury this place screamed, but then it already had a living room, an outdoor garden, a lounge of some sort, and even a study. I saw no reason for drawing you, but oh well. As I hummed to myself, my eyes caught a portrait that I hadn't initially seen. Perhaps it's because it was discreetly hidden behind a curtain, close to the fireplace. Fishing it out, I'm once again hit with a wave of
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