Arabella rose with the sun that morning as Edna's words had robbed her of good sleep. They were much harder to digest than dinner on her still churning stomach.
Her first stop had been the window where she pulled the curtains further open, hoping sunlight would cleanse the muzziness off of her eyes.
Although the sight of the garden merely reminded her that she wouldn't be able to visit it due to the task she'd been given.
And so, she turned to the second thing that had popped in her mind right after that, her locket…
Her heart did not sink but plummeted to her heels upon realizing the necklace was not in its usual place, that is the surface of her nightstand.
Her breath caught in her throat as she didn't know whether it was supposed to go in or to be exhaled.
Frantic, Arabella grasped a handful of her sheet and thrashed the fabric to the best of her ability, praying the jewelry had somehow gotten entangled to it, but no matter how hard she flapped, it gave no result.
