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
As soon as Mark wrapped his arms around her, Abigail broke down entirely. Sobbing against him, she just cried. And Mark held on to her for a good few minutes, as she just cried against him.Eventually, Abigail's sobs passed, and turned to sniffles. Eventually, those passed as well. But Mark held on to her through the entire thing. Until eventually, she was too tired and drained to keep standing.Mark seemed to sense her exhaustion, and guided her back onto the rock, and sat down beside her. He grabbed his jacket and threw it over the both of them, cradling her against him. He kept both arms around her the entire time.They sat for a long time in silence, though it didn't feel oppressive at all. It felt, oddly comforting, just sitting there with him.The breeze had picked up a little, but Mark had nestled her inside his jacket, and pressed against his chest, she didn't even feel the cold."I'm sorry for my assumptions," Mark said, eventually. "That would have been very wrong of me
Abigail woke early for breakfast the next morning and managed to join her father for breakfast, on time, in the right room.Neither Olivia nor Charlotte were present, and Abigail frowned."This was why I asked you to be punctual," Adam smiled at his daughter. "Neither of them are capable of showing up on time, and I thought it would be nice to have a few moments alone with you."Abigail beamed and sat down next to her father.Their few minutes turned out to be half an hour. And they spent the entire thirty minutes talking. Abigail and Adam spoke over each other at times, trying to get the other to get to know them. They spoke excitedly, animatedly, over anything and everything. One topic overlapped with another, and they barely ate their breakfast.Adam asked about her studies and her future plans. If she would be going back to work on Monday to the flower shop. Adam also told her he needed to speak with her again, to sort out some of the admin work of her staying there with him.