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Aurora POV :I drove towads Victorian residence, The road rises and dips, dead fields of cornstalks flash by. The gentle snowfall outside added to the enchantment of the moment. The flakes drifted lazily from the darkened sky, casting a serene ambiance over the Victorian mansion.The house was built of stone and wood, its façade a mixture of rugged textures and smooth finishes that blended seamlessly with the natural surroundings. Its roof was made of slate tiles that shimmered in the sunlight, and its windows were large and inviting, offering stunning views of the mountains and valleys that stretched out in all directions.I pull around the drive and stop near the front door. It looks slightly different from the last time came. I did later realize the mild lightning and decoration was the reason for the change and the empty surroundings was also a huge difference, there was barely any sign of a living soul. Not sure whether to just barge in or allow Mr. Jordan to walk in with me, I be
A Secretary's Vendetta The Jordan's Family
Aurora POV:We walked into the house. "This house is so huge" I gasped I'm almost calm as I follow him down the stairs, through the dark cold hall, and into the dining room. Everyone is already eating. The room is low-ceilinged and comfortable in a William Morrisy sort of way; the air is warm from the fire crackling in the small fireplace and the windows are so frosted over that I can't see out. He goes over to a thin woman with pale red hair who must be his mother, who tilts her head to receive Leo's kiss, and half rises to hug me too. "Nice to meet you, Mrs. Jordan.""Oh, but you must call me Lucille, everyone does," she says and smiles in an exhausted but warm sort of way."This is my elder brother Gus" He pointed to a man who couldn't be older than him with a year or two. He wasn’t a male model but he should have been, truly beauty ran in their house. We take our seats across the table from each other. Leo is sitting between Gus and an elderly woman they all call Great Aunt Dul
A Secretary's Vendetta A Walk Through The Snow
Aurora POV: I was glad when Leo came in. He was wearing a funny peaked green cap with a big tassel hanging off it and an ugly yellow skiing sweater over blue jeans. He's flushed from the cold and smiling. I stand up and he throws his arms around me and then just as quickly she turns to Sharon and says, "I just heard! Congratulations!" "Thank You, Leo""There's an hour before dinner and no one will notice if we're gone. "Come on," He told me "Let's go outside." "Must we go?" I asked "Yes" he replied "And go where? Last I heard it’s eighteen degrees outside.” Sharon said“Which is why you’ll be wearing my coat." He replied “Where are we going?”“You’ll see…”We put on coats and boots and hats and gloves and tromp through the house and out the back door. The sky is clear ultramarine blue and the snow over the meadow reflects it lighter and the two blues meet in the dark line of trees that is the beginning of the woods. It's too early for stars but there's an airplane blinking its
A Secretary's Vendetta Love, Death and Broken Family Ties
Aurora POV:When I meet him in the hall he is resplendent in a black suit, white shirt, maroon tie with a mother-of-pearl tie clasp. "Goodness," I say. "You've shined your shoes!""I have ," he admits. "Pathetic, isn't it?""You look perfect; a Nice Young Man. When in fact, I am the Punk Librarian Deluxe." I chuckled "They will adore you, just like I adore you" He said I could feel my cheeks turn pink.He and I stand before the full-length mirror at the top of the stairs, admiring ourselves. I am wearing a pale green silk strapless dress which belonged to his grandmother.He had shown me a photograph of her wearing it on New Year's Eve, 1941. She's laughing. Her lips are dark with lipstick and she's holding a cigarette. "It looks so beautiful on you" I had to admit I look great in the cloth, I was expecting a naf, but this was nothing short of spectacular. "How is still good, it look nothing like a fabric dated 1941" "It is a family heirloom and maximum care is taken. Besides, th
A Secretary's Vendetta Love, Death and Broken Family Ties 2
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A Secretary's Vendetta Ice Skating
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A Secretary's Vendetta The Paintings on the Wall
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Aurora POV:We trotted down the large hall.This house is very big, too big for one person. “I love the color,” I remarked. “It reminds me of the ocean.”He laughed out loud. “It’s the color of Yow’s eyes, and she knows it. She loves to sprawl on the carpet. Mee prefers the couch or my bed.”I caught my breath as I walked into the formal dining room. There was a cherry wood table, already set with linen and crystal and china, and beyond it was a kitchen that would have been any cook’s dream. There was a tile floor, modern appliances, a huge combination sink, and a counter big enough to use for dressing half a steer. Over the sink was a large window overlooking the pasture and forest behind the house.“I’ll bet you enjoy working in here,” I remarked.“I do. I like enough space to move in. Cramped kitchens are the very devil.”“Indeed they are, and I could write you a book on them,” I whined “I bump into the refrigerator or the stove every time I turn around at home.”“What would you
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