Bound By History

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The following morning, I woke up cheerful, eager to dive back into the journal and find out more about what happened to Cecilia, but also anticipation also bubbled within me to see Blake. Even though my ultimate goal was to get home I couldn't help the thrill I spent of being with him.

"You appear quite happy this morning," Sophie remarked, her smile mirroring my own as she observed me through the tri-fold mirror. In response, I offered a nonchalant shrug, though my smile remained intact.

I couldn't ignore the sense of happiness that had enveloped me. It seemed to be fuelled by the anticipation of reuniting with Blake and the mystery of what the day would hold. Although returning home was my utmost priority, I had to admit that I was finding moments of joy in the unexpected experiences I was having here.

Sophie had skilfully styled my hair, pulling back sections on each side and securing them with sliding clip combs adorned with delicate, golden leaf engravings. It was a reminder that life in this era, with its unique charm and beauty, was not without its merits. I had chosen to wear a delightful white dress adorned with playful red polka dots, a nod to the fashion of this time that I had come to appreciate.

As I examined my reflection, I couldn't help but wonder how much I had changed during my time in this past world. The girl who had initially arrived, desperate to find a way home, was gradually becoming more entangled in the lives and emotions of those around her.

With these thoughts swirling within me, I readied myself for the day ahead, eager to resume my search for answers while treasuring the unexpected moments of joy and connection that had woven themselves into the fabric of my journey through time.. The dress boasted an elegant waist belt that gently cinched my waist, allowing the skirt to cascade gracefully down to my ankles. A row of vibrant red buttons adorned the front, creating a striking contrast against the pristine white fabric. The dress featured capped sleeves with a graceful flow, and they tied together at the centre into a small bow – Which I had help from Sophie on.

Once dressed, I went down to the dining room to meet Blake for breakfast but was taken by surprise to find Charlotte and Gwen seated at the table, Blake in his usual seat. Charlotte's presence sent a wave of tension through the room, and I felt a twinge of discomfort.

Blake hadn't mentioned that Charlotte would be coming round today, but then why would he mention it to me?

"Good morning, everyone," I greeted as I took my seat, offering a polite smile that barely concealed the unease I felt. Charlotte acknowledged my greeting with a tight-lipped smile, and Gwen, who seemed blissfully unaware of the underlying tension, beamed warmly at me.

"Good morning," Gwen greeted cheerfully over a cup of tea.

"Good morning," I replied warmly, taking a seat and pouring myself a cup of coffee. Charlotte, on the other hand, remained silent, sipping her tea.

Gwen, sensing the awkward atmosphere, attempted to ease the tension. "So, what's been going on since I've been gone? Felicity are you enjoying your time here?" she asked, reaching for a slice of melon.

Before I could respond, Blake chimed in, "I've shown her the town a little bit, but there hasn't been much to do."

Gwen's eyes flickered between us, and it was clear she sensed there was more to the story. "Is that where you were last night when I got back? Neither of you were in the house. And I got back pretty late" she asked innocently.

Charlotte, who had been quietly observing the exchange, turned in her seat to address Blake. "You weren't here when she got back?" Her tone carried a hint of suspicion, and the tension in the room thickened.

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