Ember's Love: Lost in Time

Chapter Three

As Ember and Marie made their way towards the theater's exit, their spirits still buoyed by the performance, fate seemed to have other plans in store for them. Just as they reached the threshold, Ember accidentally collided with a woman named Margaret, causing their paths to intersect abruptly.

Ember quickly recovered her balance, a reflexive apology forming on her lips. However, before she could utter a word, Margaret's eyes narrowed with disdain, and a haughty expression settled upon her face.

"Well, well, if it isn't Elora," Margaret sneered, her voice dripping with condescension. "I must say, your presence here is as unwelcome as ever. Clumsiness seems to be your greatest talent, doesn't it?"

Ember was taken aback by Margaret's hostility, her brows furrowing in confusion. She racked her memory, trying to recall any encounters with this woman that might have sparked such animosity. Yet, her efforts were in vain, as the memory of Margaret remained elusive.

"I apologize if I've offended you," Ember responded, her voice laced with sincerity. "I truly did not mean to collide with you. Please, let me make it right."

Margaret scoffed, a cold laughter escaping her lips. "You? Make it right? As if you could rectify anything. Just stay out of my way, Elora. You've caused enough trouble already."

Marie stepped forward, her voice firm but respectful. "Madam, there's no need for such hostility. We apologize for any inconvenience caused. We'll be on our way now."

With a curt nod, Marie gently guided Ember away from Margaret, keen to diffuse the tense situation. As they continued their path towards the exit, Ember's heart felt heavy with confusion. She couldn't comprehend the depth of Margaret's resentment, nor the reasons behind it.

"Marie, do you know why that woman dislikes me so?" Ember asked in a hushed tone, her voice laden with a mix of curiosity and unease.

Marie sighed softly, her gaze filled with empathy. "I've heard whispers, my lady. It seems that Margaret once held affections for Sir Alexander. Rumor has it that her bitterness towards you stems from the fact that she believes you stole him away."

Ember's eyes widened with realization, the puzzle pieces starting to fall into place. The mention of Alexander's name, coupled with Margaret's animosity, brought forth a glimmer of understanding.

"Did I really stole him from her?"

"I don't believe so, my lady. Sir Alexander only holds an affection for you."

"I see," Ember murmured, her voice tinged with sadness.

As Ember and Marie returned home, the grand mansion welcomed them with its familiar warmth and elegance. The soft glow of candlelight illuminated the grand hallway as they made their way to Ember's bedroom. Marie assisted Ember in changing into a comfortable night dress, their interactions filled with a sense of intimacy and trust.

"Thank you, Marie," Ember said, her voice filled with gratitude as she smoothed the fabric of her night dress. "I don't know what I would do without you."

Marie smiled warmly, her eyes reflecting a deep bond forged through their shared journey. "It's my honor and duty, my lady. I will always be here to assist you, guide you, and help you."

Ember nodded appreciatively, her heart swelling with gratitude for Marie's steadfast presence. With renewed confidence, she followed Marie down the hallway towards the dining room, where her family awaited her arrival.

As Ember entered the room, the comforting aroma of a home-cooked meal enveloped her senses. Her parents, elegant and distinguished, sat at the head of the long dining table, while her sister, Charlotte, exuded a gentle grace. Ember's arrival was met with warm smiles and a sense of anticipation.