Experiencing the grace of sunlight did not hit the same through the windows as it did when Arabella finally stepped outside to the gardens.
It had been a week since the last time her eyes were blessed with that beautiful view. The unnatural glow around the greenery told her the fairies had something to do with its upkeep, null doubt to compensate for the absence of Edgar until his return.
The chirps and giggles were not so hard to follow as the maids had garnished a long table decorated with many delicacies that were sure to delight one's taste buds.
The white linen carrying the lot reflected the light so harshly that the young woman was forced to look away from it. The sparkling sterling silverware on top did not exactly help soften the effect.
Arumina, who was usually so great at maintaining her composure, was the first to practically throw herself into Arabella's arms, tightening the embrace around her, "You did great, my dear,"
