Cat was lying on her back, enjoying the wet sunlight flooding the room. She was not at all willing to get up today. Whereas, while living with Lori, she used to sleep in uncomfortable places and get up as soon as he woke up from the bed. However, a week spent here had changed some of her habits. Now, when she opened her eyes in the morning, she was in bed for an hour, staring blankly at the room. Cat was quite happy with her new life. Although helping with the housework was tiring for her, living in a safe, warm and clean house and being able to eat every evening was worth it. Cat opened her eyes and found her new dress folded on the table next to her bed.She sat up with his hands on the pillow and took the dress in her hands, sniffing it. She was going to town today, she couldn't linger in bed any longer. Cat quickly put on her new clothes and went into the kitchen. She must have heard Rose Cat come in because she turned her head to look at the door, whatever she was doing by the stove.
"Mary, you're finally awake, girl, you're so late today. Adam and Ian have already gone to the town." Said.
It was obvious that she was worried about Cat's face.
"Lightning and thunder last night disturbed my sleep," Rose said.
Cat never spoke without being asked, and tried to fit in with what was at home. She avoided being noticed. Rose both loved this girl very much and took pity on her because of her ragged appearance.
"Okay, get yourself a horse from the barn and go. There are fabrics to be bought from the town, and of course her lord Andrew specifically ordered the tailor to have a thing or two sewn. If you leave immediately, you can catch up with them." While Rose was talking, she was trying to get the honey cookies out of the oven. Cat headed for the door leading from the kitchen to the barn.
Andrew Edward Winchester stood in the corner of the small hall. His back was to the door. He was looking at the fire burning in the fireplace with his head bowed. He had his hands in the pockets of his gray trousers. Strong muscles were evident under his white shirt. He ran his right hand through his dark brown hair. When a butler entered the room, Andrew turned with a stern expression, "Mary, that girl who came with me, can you tell me I called her here?" The servant left the room, making a reference, after placing the gilded tray on the table. Andrew had realized that he hadn't been interested in the girl since he had arrived. He obviously didn't know what to do with it. Should he leave her here or take her with him to London? The girl was a simple peasant after all. After a while Rose and the valet who had just left entered the room. Andrew turned his head as the butler coughed lightly. "Where is Mary?" The butler said, "My lord, Mary…" but Rose interrupted hastily.
"My lord, Mary has been absent since morning."
A worried expression appeared on Andrew's face. Rose continued.
"My lord, Mary, I sent her into town in the morning, but she still has not returned. They were supposed to meet Adam and Ian in town, but no one saw the girl." Now Andrew was more worried. It was now eleven o'clock at night and the girl was gone. Andrew without hesitation
"Get my horse ready now," he said. "Charles, find some men too! The girl is a stranger to these places, maybe she has lost her way."
A few minutes later, Andrew came down the stairs in his black riding suit. A hat of the same color hid Andrew's auburn hair. He was wearing his black ankle-length riding gloves, and he left the front door and headed for the landing. The groom had already prepared his horse. Andrew felt a heaviness in his heart as he waited outside the barn. The dream of a lonely and frightened girl in the night haunted him. Steward: "Would you like me to come with you, my lord?" She asked. "I'll go alone," said Andrew in a firm voice. All Andrew wanted right now was to find the girl. At that moment, a lightning bolt illuminated the dark sky. Andrew looked up at the clouds. He didn't like the idea of her being out in the rain. Andrew had only one thing on his mind as he mounted his horse and galloped down the dark road. The helpless image of the girl in the dark…