Angelica's eyes opened slowly. She felt very warm, she looked down to see a woolly blanket draped over her.
At first she was a bit dazed, one thing she was sure of was that she was at home. She took one look outside the window and instantly knew where she was. It was the main drawing room downstairs. She could not remember the last time she had fallen asleep in here. It was probably when she was much younger.
Angelica frowned, a fire was burning brightly in the fireplace. Her mother was nowhere to be seen, she could see her mother's needles and fabric on her armchair.
"Oh, my love, you are awake," Ohara smiled, she walked in with a tray in her hands.
"How long was I asleep?" Angelica pulled the blanket off her.
"Oh, a few hours, my love," Ohara replied smiling. She placed the tray down and poured Angelica a cup of hot tea along with some small biscuits.
