True to her word, Serena visited in the afternoon. The two women began discussing about everything that was important to them, from the latest gossip that was circulating around town, to the increasing costs of cotton. Clara told her that she wanted to get new linens so she could make new curtains for the approaching weather since it's going to be wet. Serena offered to help her buy it. She had refused adamantly. " No...." She said, shaking her head.. " I can go by myself. No more help from you, young lady." Serena chuckled at the woman's stubbornness. A warm smile on her face, she held her hands. " But I'm also going to get embroidery materials Clara. I can just help you choose the linens you would need. Besides, you need the help I'm offering. Your son isn't around to lend a hand. Let me do it for you." she coaxed the older lady, giving her puppy eyes. Clara sighed, a forlorn look on her face. " I feel like I'm just giving you more work." " It's not wo
Gerald arrived at the Count's house wherever was welcomed by the family. A few introductions and they settled to work. It was a huge deal Gerald was trying to finalize which would be of great benefit to both parties so they needed a quite a bit of time to negotiate and finalize. While he was there, Gerald tried to get the much needed rest. The pace of life in Araith was a lot more slower than it was back home and being a countryside, it came with it's charms. Gerald found himself slowly unwinding. One day, he was out on a walk in the Mansion garden. Returning back to the house, he found the Count's wife discussing with a lady. Not wanting to disturb them, he continued to his room until he heard thier voices. He froze, his heart skipping a beat. He listened to the their conversations then. They were talking about the new embroidered clothes that she delivered. Clenching his fists, he hurried back to them , his heart racing. He stopped at the door, fixing his eyes on the stranger. I
(Two days later) " Are you okay, darling?" Clara asked when she saw the pensive look on Serena's face. Serena glanced at the older woman, raising a brow. What she said seemed to sink in and she shifted in her seat. She tried to smile but it didn't quite come out right. " Of course I'm fine. Why wouldn't be?" She said, trying to sound cheerful. Disgusted with her act, she let out a sigh, her shoulders dropping. Clara shrugged, still watching her. " Well, because you've been looking over your shoulders for the past few hours, not to mention the terrified look on your face. Is something wrong?" She asked and Serena shook her head, concentrating on her fingers. Clara allowed herself to think of the worst. " Is it because of me? Did you have a dream that I was going to die?" Serena jumped on her seat, startled. " No!...no!. Of course not!!" She sounded alarmed. Clara chuckled at her reaction, a smile on her face. " That shook you didn't it?" Serena br
Heeding Clara's words, Serena decided to look for Gerald and talk to him, she needed to confirm everything she was feeling. She didn't need to search for him at all. He was at her house the next day, very early in the morning. The moment she opened the door, he wedged himself between it to prevent her from shutting him out like she did last time. She sighed, opening the door wider. " Come inside." She muttered to his surprise. Stepping aside, she gestured for him to come in. He hesitated a bit but walked in, his huge frame filling the small room. Serena closed the door behind him, taking in a deep breath. She turned towards him. " Have a seat." She spoke up and Gerald turned towards her." Would you like anything?" She offered, already walking towards the kitchen. " No.... But thanks." He said, She nodded, glancing at the floor. Once again she gestured to the chairs. After a moment's hesitation, he went to sit down. Serena joined him, sitting op
If Serena had thought that her last meeting with Gerald would be the last time she would see him, she thought wrong. For the next few days after that day, she would find Gerald at all the strangest places. At first, she thought he was following her but he refuted that thought, saying they've just been bumping into each other frequently. No matter how genuine that reason sounded, she didn't believe it. She didn't let it wear her out, focusing on her work and doing the things she used to do. One thing she was grateful for, his presence no longer affected her the way it would have been. And Gerald was behaving himself. At least, she thought he was. After months of waiting, Clara's son, Noah, finally arrived home. She was there in their house to welcome him. Clara was visibly excited to see him and he pulled her into a hug once he jumped down from the carriage. He noticed Serena standing by the side and he immediately pulled away, bowing his head in greeting, his che
Serena walked home, still angry. All the way, she was huffing, her steps hurried. Noah watched her, still surprised. Today, he'd seen a different side of Serena. One he had never seen. He'd never expected her to be so angry at someone. Which brought up another question. Who was he person she was so angry at? When they arrived at her house, he decided to ask her. It was then she realized she has been walking with someone. She turned red, looking apologetic. " Oh..." She trailed off, lost for words. " He's just someone I know." She replied finally. " Someone you know?" Noah repeated. Someone you know wouldn't make you draw out such strong emotion. Serena looked away at the observation. She tried to change the topic. " Thanks for following me home." She hurriedly let out, collecting the basket that he held from him. " I wish I could talk more about what happened today but I don't want to go there today. Maybe some other time?" She suggested. Noah watched her, too confused to press fur
After that day, Serena visited Clara less. This was to avoid running into Noah so many times. She figured he would be angry at her rejection and she wasn't wrong. He'd always look away whenever he saw her, a hurt expression on his face. When Clara asked why, she dismissed it, saying it was nothing. Clara also noticed many other things. Serena was always deep in her thoughts and the light has gone out of her eyes. She has tried asking so many times but it's still the same dead end. Serena has withdrawn back to herself. One day, she was sitting outside of her house, watching the streets when she spot an expensive looking carriage drive and park at Serena's house. Serena wasn't home but she had a feeling that this person wouldn't be leaving so quickly. That thought in her head, she decided to see who it was. " Excuse me, but the person you're looking for isn't home. I'd suggest you come back later." She spoke up. The stranger paused in his knocking. He turned
When Serena arrived home, Clara told her about the stranger's visit. Realizing who it was, she stiffened, all the color draining from her face. A shiver ran down her spine as she stared at Clara, dumbstruck. " Wh-what did you tell him?" She stuttered, unable to help herself. Clara shrugged, looking forward. " Nothing, really. I just told him not to wait for see you or see you afterwards." She said. Clara saw relief in her eyes as she breathed out, a tense smile on her face. She was so happy that Clara made him leave, she wouldn't know what to do if she met him at her doorstep. This week has been very rough on her and she was still so angry at him. You also miss him, a voice whispered to her and she flinched, startled. Miss him? What's wrong with her? Turning to Clara, she managed a small smile. " Thank you so much, Clara. Thank you for telling me to go, I really wouldn't know what to do if I met him there." She said, sincerity dripping into her voice