Share

Bitter Tongue [3]

“And here we are, the second parlor,” Butler Clement said before stepping to the side.

Oliviér didn't have any impression of the luxurious Manor but Elizabeth was engrossed by the impressive wooden door with a brass, shark shaped knocker.

The butler opened the door with a small bow. The sight that greeted both Oliviér and Elizabeth was a kneeling girl.

The girl was nearly as young as Oliver. What was actually surprising was that she was not as malnourished and dirty as Oliver. She had light skin for one, and looked to be dressed in a nice pair of clothes.

Elizabeth believed she was something like a handmaiden? Though she was the prettiest handmaiden Elizat had ever seen, granted Elizabeth had not met many handmaidens.

The girl was kneeling to a lady. The lady was lean. It was not an exaggeration, for Elizabeth could see the drastic dip in her collar bone. The lady was clad in a smothering red ankle length red dress that enunciated her lean stature.

The lady had curly red hair that em
Locked Chapter
Continue to read this book on the APP

Related chapters

Latest chapter

DMCA.com Protection Status