The room was large, and Charlotte stepped in to breathe in the fresh breeze that swept through the open French doors that led to the balcony. Most of the room was dark wine red with wooden accents that came from the desk that was pushed to the corner next to a huge wardrobe with a circular mirror hanging from the front of the doors.
There was a huge four-poster bed in the center of the room with a small chandelier that hung above. There was an adjacent bathroom connected to the bedroom that was all white from the marble ceiling to the floors. It was exquisite, and Charlotte felt refreshed when she walked back into the bedroom.
An old man was waiting for her standing by the doors entering the room, peering down at his wrist to look at his watch. His hair was all white but styled impeccably with a stern line marking his face. He didn't seem friendly, and Sebastian approached him jovially with open arms. The man shifted away without even glancing up.
Sebastian smiled. "This is the doc, Charlotte. He'll be seeing to your injuries as Vincent requested."
Charlotte inclined her head in greeting. "Pleasure to make your acquaintance."
He made a motion for her to sit on the bed. "Likewise. I'll take a look at your shoulder there. Is there any other place that is causing you concern?"
Charlotte pressed a hand to her head. "My head. I think I have a concussion."
The doctor pulled the nearby chair next to the desk to her and sat down while lifting his medical bag. Slipping on slim black gloves, he grabbed a flashlight to shine in her eyes. He inspected her with various tools before moving to her shoulder and cleaning the wound. He bandaged it and stood.
"You are lucky the bullet only grazed your arm and hit no major arteries," the doc muttered. "I'll leave some medicine for you to ease the pain and to clean the scratch well."
Charlotte gaped because the scratch was huge and was still bleeding before breathing out a relieved sigh. It was still a better verdict than she had predicted though.
"You have a mild concussion, however. I would suggest doing no strenuous activities and to rest for the next couple of days."
She nodded, as she glanced out the french doors to look at the twinkling lights from afar. It wasn't like she was going to leave any time soon. The doc left after leaving medicine and salves on the table next to the door, and Sebastian sighed at the doctor's hasty departure.
"We don't have any clothing that is about your size in the mansion, Charlotte. Are you okay with wearing the past madam's clothing for now?"
Charlotte wrinkled her brow. "Past madam?"
"Master Vincent's late mother."
Charlotte brought a hand to her mouth. "I apologize. That was unseemly of me. If you don't think Vincent would mind, I would be alright with it."
Sebastian smirked. "Vincent would certainly not mind. I'll grab something suitable for you and have the maids touch it up if it doesn't fit correctly."
"Ah, thank you."
He walked out of the room, and Charlotte flopped back onto the bed, staring up at the pillowy and lacy fabric that curved overhead. The white fabric that loomed above made her feel like she was in the sky, and Charlotte shifted to curl into a ball, burying her face into the soft comforter and dreaming of a sweet dream.
She was tired and desperately needed sleep so that she could reset the events that occurred. She covered her yawn with her hand and wiped the tears of the yawn that slipped out.
The doors pulled open, and Charlotte quickly sat up with Sebastian and a maid coming in with a long red satin dress. They laid the dress on the chair that the doc once sat on, and Charlotte gasped when she saw the beautiful work.
It was off a shoulder dress with a golden floral overlay that ran across the shoulders that were exposed and followed the line of the torso. There were golden chains that hung loosely on the shoulders and many layers of fabric for the skirt that bloomed.
She was only going to see Vincent for a moment which was why she didn't understand why she would need such a formal dress. Sebastian left the room while the maid pushed Charlotte into the bathroom.
Charlotte was confused and followed the maid, as she started the bath. The maid was young, probably around her age, but with Charlotte's hands being soft from doing simple work, the woman's tattered hands swiftly turned off the water pump.
The maid didn't speak, and Charlotte groaned at her silent attempt to try and do her task. Taking off the tattered clothing, Charlotte got into the warm bath and almost fell asleep until the maid washed her hair with a lot of force, clearly trying to get out all the grime.