with whispers, the remnants of conversation from the departing guests, yet Sadie's attention remains elsewhere. Though duty tugs at

not yet opening their full splendor, the garden surrounds Sadie in a cocoon of tranquili

low, Sadie pauses at the threshold of memory—the tw

tinkling like wind chimes on a summer breeze, and her father's livel

firm but gentle voice shakes Sadie from her memories. "Come

father," S

ght of the evening. A brisk breeze blows across the la

mmediately wraps a protective

ched in his features as they begin to make their

a soft murmur, as she nestles into t

te you? He left the table i

ips a beat, a subtle tremor coursing throug

The mansion's extravagance glows in the flickering glow of gas lamps, casting shadows that dance upon the polished surfaces of

ness partner and closest friend, praises, his voice resonati

as she wraps Sadie in a tender hung. Leaning close, she

h your presence. Arthur, I shall e

dee

sing her forehead tenderly. With the sharpness of a caring f

now," Edward murmurs. "How I wish she cou

Sadie responds, he

ys was," Edward adds, his own emotions threatening to

g through the now-silent night. Edward holds her in a comforting embrace, off

rs soothing words, his own sorrow mingling wit

, and Edward loosens his embrace,

But you have stepped into your mother's role so gracefully. Alice was telling me just tonight how eleg

tands on her tiptoes and places a soft kiss

arles has expressed a desire to call upon you

her father yearns to witness. She nods her head in acknowledgment, the soft echo of

it a sense of concern and paternal warmth. "Would you care for Ms. Brooks to atte

mention of Elise's name that surprises her. Swiftly composing herself,

reassuring echo, as Sadie seeks solace within th