Novel & Cerita The Woman Who Walked In Sunshine

I had known from a young age that I wasn't the Blackwood family's biological daughter. So I knew that I wasn't worthy of being compared with Claire Blackwood in any way. I had only gotten her doll dirty while cleaning the room, yet Mom punished me by locking me out in the rain all night. When Claire blinded one of my eyes with a laser pointer, however, Mom protected her instead. “Your sister didn't mean to do it. She was just playing around.” After I lost sight in my right eye, Claire showed me a triumphant smile. “Who told you to enter our lives in the first place? You deserve it.” They all said I was an outsider. So for eighteen years, no matter how hard I tried or how desperately

Then I got down from my car and started walking closer to the woman who had her face to the floor. I noticed the weather changing as I walked on. The wind blew harder and colder. What seemed to be a sunny day so on turned cold as if about to rain cats and dogs. The closer I got to the woman, the more goosebumps I had. Something didn't feel right but I had to get this woman to move out of the road. Who knows? She might be attempting suicide right now. People here are just crazy. I reached were she sat and bent over to her a bit.

To her, the world holds no meaning anymore. As soon as she stepped out of the room, a ray of sunshine hit her and she managed a smile. "Hurry up, I don't have all day." She turned to see a lady standing a bit far from her. She hadn't seen the lady when she stepped out of the room. The lady was in a maid uniform with her thick black hair packed with a ribbon and with a no smile on her face. Selena regarded the lady for a while before she began walking towards the direction of the lady's pointed hand.

Something I don't have a word for. I move to the window slowly. Outside, standing on what should be nothing, no ledge, nothing, is an old woman. White hair, loose around her face. Layered clothes despite the warm night. She looks at me the way people look at things they've been searching for a long time. I open the window two inches. "Who are you?" "Someone who walked a very long way." Her voice is rough and warm at the same time, like gravel warmed in sunlight. "May I come in?"

Hiking rather than jogging, she walked briskly along the trail, using a sturdy walking stick to help her. I threw back my hood and stepped out onto the path. Even though the sun was behind me and its hated rays were filtering through the barren tree branches, I could still feel them burning into the back of my head and neck. I needed my face not to be shadowed by the hood, so I ignored the pain and curved my lips into a friendly smile. The young woman gave a start at my sudden appearance, stopping four or five paces away from me. I swiftly closed the distance between us and unleashed the full power of my mesmerizing eyes.

As she glanced around, she realized Mikaela received the same looks people gave her. Yet somehow, that woman walked with complete ease—despite clearly not being the lady of the house. Lady of the house? Sunny scoffed softly, recalling Zayne’s words. Turning away, she left and found Ford waiting in the cabin. He looked at her for a moment before sighing in relief and approaching. “Are you okay?” “Why wouldn’t I be?” Sunny replied calmly as she walked past him and sat on the sofa. When Ford remained standing, she raised a brow.

Footsteps approached from the corridor. Measured. Urgent. An older woman entered the living room. Elegant. Impeccable. Authority woven into every line of her posture. Ms. Sun. Her eyes immediately found Alison curled beside me on the couch. I watched the exact moment tension left her shoulders. Relief. Then calculation. Then composure. Our gazes met. Neither of us spoke at first. But something passed between us. Assessment. Recognition. Understanding. She stepped further into the room.

I was quite relieved in a strange way to see her show enough interest to talk. Jessie shook her head at me like I didn’t know any better. I laughed a little before returning my attention to the leaves at my feet. We worked so hard that my back started to ache a little. The sun had started to set, and the sky was dyed with an orange tint from the sun’s rays. That was when an unexpected person turned up. I lifted my head just in time to see a beautiful woman dressed in a maid uniform walk in with two other maids at her side.

It felt strange to walk in there carrying this much fear, into a place that had only ever held ordinary Tuesday afternoons before. I sat at a corner table, facing the door, the way I always did now without thinking about it anymore. Camille took one near the window, headphones in, not actually listening to anything, her eyes flicking toward me every few seconds. At exactly two o’clock, a woman walked in. Not a man. A woman, maybe fifty, grey streaking through dark hair, dressed simply, nothing that said board member or executive. She scanned the room once, found me immediately, and crossed the floor without hesitation.

"How long are you going to stay mad? I'll take my medicine, okay? If it makes you feel better, tie me up so I don't sleepwalk." She acted like treating her sleepwalking was some kind of gift for me. I couldn't help but scoff. She fought me every time I urged her to take her medication. Yet she obeyed Julian's every word. I remembered the first time I met her parents. Julian was there too. I thought nothing of it, assuming they were just close friends. That night, Wendy sleepwalked and found herself standing on the bridge over a river. Julian and I reached out to her as we shouted her name frantically.