And then, it happened.
Like a flash of lightning in a dark room, a memory struck her. It was sharp, vivid, and completely unexpected. A memory from her last life, a fragment of a conversation she had overheard by accident.
It was late one night at the Ellington's manor. Delia had begged Augusta to allow her use the Ellington manor for her wedding anniversary party which Augusta surprisingly agreed. She had been unable to sleep and had gone to the kitchen for a glass of water. As she passed the study, she heard Augusta's voice, hushed and angry, speaking to someone beside her.
"The humidity is too high! Do you want to ruin it? I told you the cellar at the old monastery is the only place with the right conditions. Don't move it from there until I give the order. No one, not even the Baron, knows it's there." Her steps caused the floorboard to make a squeaky sound causing Augusta to stop. She ran quickly to her room and shut the door.
