Final Conspiracy

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My heart was calm, but I could feel myself rife with anticipation as the Lyma family members began to disembark.

As they emerged from their carriages, Fiona, Margarette, and their children looked around, taking in the immaculate surroundings. 

Eleanor and William exchanged hushed comments about the estate's appearance, while Margarette and her three children whispered in awe. It was clear that they were impressed, though they tried to hide it.

'It's a good thing I memorized all of their names and features prior to this moment.'

None of them were strangers in my eyes.

Sarah, the family matriarch, was the last to step down from her carriage. With her grey hair and piercing emerald eyes, she radiated an air of authority. 

I couldn't help but smile at her, and it seemed she noticed it.

As much as she tried to hide her scowl, it was obvious how dissatisfied she was with the current state of the estate.