When morning arrived, Vivian took a warm bath which was prepared for her. Applying more of the lathered leaves which produced the soapy and foaming touch on her hands when she rubbed them with both her hands. Dressing with the help of a maid who arrived at the door like every other morning since her change in the status, she got ready.
Leonard was reading the newsletter which was picked by the servant from the market, news which he was already well informed of when Vivian came into his view in the drawing room.
Unlike many other times, he didn't start the conversation as he wanted her to speak about the matter of decision he had left in her hands last evening.
