World War One has now occured and Lady Emma Crawley must either sink or swim in this troubled, dark times. Since the Garden Party in 1914, Emma must face challenges that would either make her a strong woman or break her.
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Here as promised, the first chapter of Emma Crawley Downton Abbey Season 2.
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Two Years later...
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September 1916. Life was different. It was like nothing Emma had ever seen. One by one, the young men in her life had slipped away by something horrid. Emma couldn't almost remember her friends' faces and their laughter and their smiles anymore. It was like a passing memory from another lifetime. Emma found that her world had changed instantly since that Garden Party.
The world was thrown into the unknown chaos ever seen.
Emma didn't know what to do. She feared going to London, and for the two years, Emma never set foot in London, actually, never left Yorkshire. She reserved herself to Downton. She barely smiled, she was no longer the naïve woman who loved dresses, novels, going to London, drawing and painting.
Emma remembered crying every night in secret after everyone has gone to bed. Every night she held a photo close to her chest and held it there until morning.
The picture was her former lover, James Montgomery, the photo was taken at his opening of his store before Emma even set foot at the fashion store. Every time Emma pass there, she had gotten goose-pimples and felt like it was lost dream, although the shiver was a reminder that he was real. The Golden Stitching store was closed and boarded up, until a few months ago it was turned into a general store by a local merchant.
Emma felt like James was something from another life, she didn't remember his voice, or his bright smile, the exact shade colour of his eyes. The photograph that Emma had wasn't even enough to remember the real James as he lived and breathed...
Emma even felt more lost without her maid, Jane, who had resigned her post as maid and went to become a nurse to aid in the war in 1915. Emma was heartbroken that her close friend was leaving her, although she conjured a brave face and supported her decision and wished her luck on her last day of service.
Emma started her day by going down the stairs on her own to the Breakfast Room, where her mother, father and younger sister, Sybil, sat to have breakfast, and Emma helped herself to some eggs and buttered toast and she sat down next to her father.
