Seven months had passed since Josephine Delcrov's birthday, which had been grandly celebrated in the land of Valeria. With many guests and close family friends who had come to attend the little girl's birthday, they had left the manor to get back to their own homes.
One would think the corridors of the Delcrov's had turned quiet, and maybe it was, except for the little girl, who now followed her mother like a cat.
"Mama," Josie held Lady Katherine's dress while looking up at her mother.
"My answer still stays the same, dear. I cannot have you travelling in the carriage without your father or I being there with you," answered Lady Katherine. She had stepped out of the manor and into the garden.
