The next few days tumbled by in agonizing listlessness. Here the minutes are hours and hours are days. We requested, several times, if we could go into town, but even a mere mention, they thwart the topic.But today. Right now. Hilda is preparing us for the first party of the social season and the Apion Manor is the deluxe host, where the mayor’s campaign is held, charity galas, engagements and other business-driven soirees.
After breakfast and after an indignant amount of begging. I manage to convince Atticus to take the horses out for a ride, whereas Joshua needed no persuading.Via the foyer, we use the main backdoor and step outside to be greeted by the smell of brine. We casually walk down on the flagstone pathway that meanders around a geometric garden that gleams a perfect green. The pathway, a surfaced way among the sea of ivory gravel. It continues with a tributary of paved options and I navigate them down the one that leads to the stables, connected to a manicured open field that elongates out as far as the