The driver picked her up at her home the next morning. Though Adam had promised her that everything she might need would be provided for her, she still packed a few of her essentials that she thought she couldn't live without.Or maybe she just wanted a little piece of her home with her always.So she'd packed a small duffel bag, and hugged her mom on her way out, promising to call her every day and keep her updated on what was happening around her. She also promised to visit at least once a week.Her mother warned her again, about being careful around her new family. Even if they were family, they were part of a different world entirely.Abigail promised to remember everything her mother told her, and went down to the parked car. It was the same driver from yesterday, and Abigail got the impression that he was now assigned to her as her driver.The security detail was still waiting in the same spot as before. And once Abigail was in the car and driving, they followed behind.___
"So nice to meet you," Charlotte sniffed. "So nice of Adam to come home, also, specifically to meet you, even though he's never home any other day of the week or time.""Oh," Abigail swallowed nervously, she had very clearly caused something. "Uhm, nice to meet you too.""Huh," Olivia cocked her head to the side, staring at Abigail, giving her a once over. "You look like me. Or I look like you, I suppose, given that you're older. I'm prettier of course," Olivia waved her hand like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "But that could just be because you were living in poverty. Poverty does tend to make people much more uglier than they actually are."Abigail blinked, unable to process exactly what was happening or being said around her. She really could not comprehend that these people were speaking to her. They must think she was deaf, or at least hard of hearing."Not that you're ugly of course," Olivia gasped, as if for the first time realizing what she had just said. "How
Abigail stood absolutely still outside her own bedroom door. She could not believe what she as seeing.The bedroom was larger than her entire apartment with her mother. And so absolutely beautiful. She struggled to imagine her father had done all of this in only a few hours.There was the largest bed she had ever seen against the wall furthest from the door. On the left hand side of the bed was a wall that seemed to be made entirely out of glass."This," Olivia pointed to the glass wall. "Are your French doors that open entirely. And if you need, your driver will pick you up from here."Abigail simply nodded, unable to say anything. Then Olivia turned to the wall on the right of the bed, which looked like it was made entirely of wooden panels, all slotted next to each other."And this, is your closet," Olivia pressed gently against one of the panels, and a door swung open. "You also have a computer in here, with all of your clothes catalogued, so you never have to look for anythin
Abigail woke up in a panic, sure she hadn't heard her alarm go off. She checked the clock next to her bed, and saw that it already read half past eight. She was going to be late.Quickly, she stripped out of her pajamas and into some any random clothes she pulled out of her duffel bag. She didn't have the energy or the time to go through her extensive closet.Hurriedly, she pulled a comb through her hair and brushed her teeth, dabbing her face with wet hands and then with a towel.Her clock read 8:45 and she rushed to find the sunroom. She passed by two servant girls, one of whom was unable to say even a word to her, and another directed her to the sunroom.But on arriving there, Abigail found it to be entirely empty, no trace of breakfast to be found. But there was no way she could be twenty minutes late and have missed the whole thing.Abigail paused, trying to think. She then left the sunroom, and tried to find another servant that could help her."Excuse me!" Abigail called t
After breakfast, Abigail went straight back to her room, with the help of directions from some servants along the way.And staring at her closet, she decided that Olivia was right about that. She did have to wear some of the clothes her father had gotten for her, she didn't want him to think she was ungrateful or petty.And in any case, she hadn't showered yet today, so she figured she would do that, and then change into some clothes from her closet.So pushing herself off her bed, Abigail headed into the closet.It was a bit of a daunting task. There was just so much of everything, and everything looked amazing. She browsed through the clothing, there were jeans, pants of every material and style, skirts and sweaters. More t-shirts than all of the clothes she had at home by her mother.Eventually, Abigail settled on black jeans, a long sleeved t-shirt and a sweater to pull over. She went hesitatingly to the underwear drawer, sure she wouldn't find something that would fit her, bu
Abigail almost couldn't speak, completely shocked that he would make an assumption like that about her. He didn't even know her. She had assumed he was a gardener based on the fact that he was working in a garden!How could he make so many assumptions about her just on who her father was?And why did his voice hold so much disdain, Abigail wondered. If he worked for her father, he certainly didn't seem to have the same blind loyalty all the other servants did. Maybe it was because he worked out in the garden. "Excuse me?" Abigail asked, her voice coming out with just a little more venom than she intended. "A spoiled little rich girl? How dare you assume I've never worked a day in my life.""I heard the servant call you Woodtriche yesterday, right? Like, Adam's daughter." Mark said, folding his arms. "I mean, what else could you be, on this land?""Alright," Abigail allowed. "That part is true. But how do you get to say anything else about my life?""Well," Mark gave her a once o
"So, Lyall," Olivia said again. "How is the latest project coming?"Olivia spoke with most of her words hidden; she was purposefully trying to exclude anyone who didn't immediately know what she was talking about. Obviously meant for Abigail, but it also excluded her mother. Though Charlotte didn't seem to mind it all that much."Quite well, I would say," Lyall answered her earnestly. His interest seemed more in the topic; he hadn't once glanced at Olivia's breasts overflowing from her dress.Abigail thought that was very chivalrous of him. Olivia seemed to obviously disagree, straightening her position so every often, her breasts nearly falling out each time.Olivia gave a dainty laugh, placing her hand in front of her mouth. "How long do you think it would take?" Oliva asked, and then immediately bit on her index finger, as though wondering. Her entire demeanor was nothing short of seduction of the highest order.It was truly a sight to behold. And Abigail saw even Charlotte sta
Abigail wondered if this was all worth it, if this life was worth all of the difficulties that came with it. She felt entirely out of place here, where everyone else seemed to fit so seamlessly into this world, and this house.Even Lyall, who wasn't even family, seemed to be able to deal with the staff in his own personal way. And even though Charlotte didn't seem to like him, at least she wasn't openly hostile to him.Her stepmother would see her thrown out of this house, if she could. And Abigail had done absolutely nothing to her. She knew she had been born before Charlotte and her dad had even gotten together. Olivia two years younger than her. And it wasn't like her father had signed all their wealth over to Abigail, just given her a fraction of what Olivia had been given.Olivia herself had said so, that everything Abigail had, her clothes and jewels and money, were trifling pieces compared to the fortune Olivia had just in her clothing.And Olivia, what even could she make o