It was eight at night, and in the Slaters' mansion, Ruelle gathered the few belongings of hers that she had pulled out from her trunk during her short stay. As she and the others had classes tomorrow, the carriage had been prepared to leave.
The movement of wind had increased far more than when they had arrived from the town and the sky was covered by clouds, making the atmosphere darker.
Her fingers lingered on the fine fabric of the dress she had worn earlier. For a moment, she only stood there. Looking and not touching, before she folded it with care. Slipping back into her older dress that reminded her where she belonged.
She should have said something, she thought to herself. For someone like her, she didn't understand what losing a mother meant. Because she hadn't got the time to spend with her biological mother, and her mother was only an idea.
But for someone like Lucian, who had spent and known his mother. And for one single hope of connection to be lost…
