Only the warmth of the sheets greeted her upon awaking, but not that of a body.
Silas was nowhere in the room when Arabella opened her eyes the very next morning.
The sky spoke through its colors and told her the time. Basically, she was bright and quite early.
The young woman did not drag her feet around, quickly freshened up and got dressed. By the time she finished, there was more than an hour ahead of her before day two of the interviews began.
Her gown stopped near the ankles, ensuring none of the fabric touched the ground while ambling the manor.
Where to go? That question remained unanswered for a good moment. The last thing Arabella wanted was to disturb someone else's sleep.
And so, her attention turned to her inner voice. Thoughts and memories of, namely, the previous day as well as night for that matter.
