The time on the clock continued to tick by, followed by the popping sounds of burning woods that were already dying out in the hearth. The living room appeared dim with the lights almost going out, and a figure still stood at the side of a couch.
Madeline's eyes drifted up the long stairs. She was busy guessing how many rooms would be up there, when a sudden cold air penetrated through her wet clothes. It met her skin, causing the young baroness to shiver slightly as she impulsively hugged herself.
Her wet dress was starting to get cold, and the skirt of her gown felt heavier each time she took a few steps.
Her body was itching to get out of the heavy dress, but she knew she had to wait for Lord Cassian before deciding to do anything in the Duke's mansion.
She couldn't sit down either, her wet dress would surely offer the couch some of its wetness and that is the last thing she wanted.
