Had anybody been standing behind the door, the sheer force from the collision when Ada burst through it would have been enough to knock the lights right out of them.
With more tears than water in her body, the maid practically threw herself on Arabella, bending down to nestle her face into her chest which muffled her dire sobs.
"Oh, dear Lord, Ada! Are you alright?" Arabella had asked sweetly.
The young woman had already washed up and slipped into a sleeping gown, getting ready for some much-needed rest.
She stood there, patting the maid's hair in the hopes that it would soothe her.
"I am the one who's supposed to ask you that question!" Ada wailed even harder, looking up at Arabella, "I thought… I thought I…," after many attempts, Ada's vocal cords failed to complete that sentence.
However, Arabella had managed to guess the intention behind it, "But you didn't lose me and here I am with you," the young woman smiled while slowly shaking her head from left to right.
