The flickering flames danced upon every surface like they did every other night, painting each single touch of silver adorning the interior of that manor with the richest of golden hues.
Arabella stood at the center of that, seemingly never-ending hallway, utterly clueless as to the means that got her to that point.
Although intrigued, her only concern was returning to the safety of her room where a restricted number of faces came to see her.
Out there, there was no limit, she could stand nose to nose with just about anyone, stranger or not. The pity and judgement in Ada, Allegra and Katherine's eyes were enough…
And so, Arabella walked at first, head turning from left to right in the hopes of spotting her door, but to no avail.
Each one was identical to the previous and then the one next to it, yet none resembled hers. Nowhere near allowing the slimmest chance of confusion even.
