The horizon announced the end of the day by bathing that side of the world in its golden light. While waiting for the moon to shine at its brightest, Arabella took a moment away from everyone and marched through the garden.
Well, almost everyone as Abigail trailed behind her, following her delicate pace and making sure not to disrupt her peace.
Arabella needn't be a mind reader to know what went through everyone's head about her. The way they tiptoed around as though her bones would shatter with the weakest of breezes to blow was more than obvious and more importantly, irritating.
The sun had just kissed the horizon line when the women stepped out of the rose hedges only to stop upon hearing shrieks…
Familiar little yelps coming from the direction of the tall trees surrounding the property.
"Oh, dear, is that…?" Abigail started, a hand over her mouth.
