On one fine noon when the rays of the sun escaped through the gaps of the clouds continuously, Vivian had only finished feeding the animals in the shed. With her hands covered in a thin layer of mud, she poured water from the small built-in reservoir of water in the shed.
As she wiped her hands on the apron that was tied around her waist she caught sight of a carriage ride through the black gates from afar. From the carriage stepped out Mr and Mrs Easton who was followed by their daughter, Charlotte.
