CHAPTER 8
Angelica
I finished my dinner in silence. There was no one to speak or disturb me with questions about my school and studies. It was an austerity that I wished since my first advent to this mansion. Yet the solicitude doesn’t feel welcoming anymore. Suddenly the house felt empty and deserted. The cooks and the serving staff would leave the house ones the dinner was laid on the table. As a result I was the only one left in this huge mansion completely alone and abandoned.
I waited for Robert to come home but there was no trace of him even after past mid night. My optics felt drowsy and with the passage of time my eyelids close automatically. Resting on the sofa of the drawing hall, I woke up next morning with the chirping of birds outside the window just beside the comforter I was sleeping.