Affairs of Gilded Love

adorned with intricate carvings and soaring columns, loom over the bustling streets, commanding the attention of all who pass by. Bathed in the soft glow of gas lamps t

lite in hushed tones and guarded glances. Behind its imposing walls lie hidden chambers a

ing her mother's recent passing. With chestnut curls cascading down her back and eyes as blue as the summer sky, she is the picture of aristocratic elegance, her every movemen

halls. Her mother's passing was sudden and unexpected. Since Sadie has assumed her mother's role in managing the household, it has been daunting for one s

s of daily life. From overseeing the household staff to attending to her father's needs,

. Turning, she found herself face to face with her father, Mr. Edward Sinclair

ed with reproach. "I trust you are pre

her words ringing hollow even to her ears. "The decorators will be here within the hour, and I know Chef has bee

rare tenderness as he brushes a stray curl from his only child's face.

er's memory, she desperately longs to have a part of her stolen youth returned.

nner in the kitchen, but I think moving her up to the main floor will be of great help to yo

r, that would be wonderful!" she exclaims, her eyes shining excitedly. "Elsie is i

it done, my dear. Now, let us not keep the decorators wait

and states. "I have arranged for you to meet with Mr. Harrington t

ponse from his daughter and quickly

Elise would be asked to help her are immediately r

able physical attractiveness—his sleek black hair and piercing grey eyes draw attention wherever he goes—she sees beyond the facade of charm and

enu changes with the Chef, she hears Mrs. Banner quip, "You are now g

Her corset, loosely laced and ending above her hips, hints at the modesty of her attire. The dress features a high neckline and long sleeves that must be pushed up for when work

r movements are natural elegance, and her quiet confidence draws Sadie's gaze. Though Elise's appearance may not conform to the st

something unfamiliar stirring in her chest. It is a feeling she cannot quite name

me fueled by forbidden desires