The tension from the earlier confrontation still hung in the air like a thick, unseen mist. Elowen hadn't heard much of the argument between Lord Julian and Lady Morganna, but she felt its tremors. The manor had grown quieter, as if the walls themselves had absorbed the cold disdain that Lady Morganna had unleashed.
They were only few servants around the manor.
Later that evening, Tomas had informed Elowen that she was expected at the garden by 6 p.m. She didn't know where it was located, but she had for direction from a guard. The guard had escorted her quietly down the manor's long halls until they reached an arched glass door at the far end.
Elowen had never been to this part of the mansion before.
As the doors opened, Elowen stood speechless.
