I needed instructions from Anne to get to the dining hall.
The hallways en route felt suffocating.
The doors to the hall were heavy. Heavier than my heart.
The dining hall was the largest room I had ever seen in my entire life. Not even the Abbott library could compare to this.
Lord Sinclair sat at the head of a ridiculously long table. If I sat at the other end, we'd have to shout to make conversation.
Where was I supposed to sit?
I was glad I had gotten a week to myself. I had gotten more accustomed to seeing through my veils during this time.
There was a place setting near him. I made my way there, but did not take a seat.
Instead, I curtsied.
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Garden of Starlight
RomanceAn arranged marriage to an infamously tyrannical lord sounds less of an escape and more like another prison sentence to Celestine. For someone that wants very little of life, she'd make well of this new life by doing what she did best: keeping her h...
