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Chapter 6 - Chapter 5: Something Is Smelling In The Air!

By midmorning, the sun cast dappled shadows across the lush gardens surrounding Hawthorne Hall. Inside the grand manor, the air was filled with the tantalizing aroma of freshly prepared dishes as Duchess Cordelia Grenville presided over brunch with an air of graceful authority.

Seated at the head of the table was the duke's mother Elizabeth, a dignified figure whose presence commanded respect. Her silver hair was carefully coiffed, and her piercing blue eyes sparkled with pride as she surveyed the gathering of her family. Beside her sat the duke himself, a tall, distinguished man with a regal bearing that spoke of generations of nobility. Despite his imposing appearance, there was warmth and kindness in his eyes as he looked upon his loved ones.

Duchess Cordelia, elegant and poised as ever, sat gracefully beside her husband, her youngest daughter Evelyn nestled close by. Cordelia's beauty was renowned throughout the land, her porcelain skin flawless and her golden curls cascading down her back like a waterfall of sunlight. Despite her aristocratic upbringing, there was a warmth and sincerity in her smile that endeared her to all who knew her.

Joining them were the duchess's parents, Lord and Lady Harrington, their faces radiant with affection as they shared in the family's happiness. Lord Harrington, a distinguished gentleman with a twinkle in his eye and a hearty laugh, regaled the table with tales of his university days, much to the amusement of his grandchildren. Lady Harrington, a gentle soul with a heart of gold, doted on her family with an endless supply of love and affection.

On the other side of the table sat Adelaide, who was the spitting image of her sister, with the same striking features and graceful demeanour. Her husband, Lord Mathew, was a charming man with a mischievous glint in his eye, his quick wit keeping the table entertained with his witty anecdotes.

Adelaide's five-year-old daughter Helena, was the apple of her parents' eye. Their daughter, a bundle of energy and mischief, flitted from one lap to another, her laughter echoing through the hall as she charmed everyone she met. Her bright eyes sparkled with curiosity as she took in the sights and sounds around her, her small hands reaching out to touch everything within reach.

Nearby, the duke's brother Lord Edward Grenville and his family were seated, their presence adding to the familial warmth of the occasion. The first son Philip Grenville, who is five years older than Alexander, sat beside his wife Seraphina, their five-year-old son Noah Grenville who is squirming with excitement in his seat. Three is also Lord Edward's second child, a lively young boy who is five years old, chattered animatedly with his cousins.

Another addition to the gathering was an 18-year-old cousin Harper, from the duchess's brother's side, representing her parents who were unable to attend due to travel commitments. She sat beside Evelyn, the two girls exchanging smiles and sharing stories of their respective families.

The table was adorned with an assortment of delectable dishes, a testament to the culinary prowess of the manor's staff. The aroma of freshly baked pastries mingled with the rich scent of brewed coffee, tantalizing the senses.

Throughout the meal, conversation flowed freely as the family recounted tales of the previous night's festivities and shared plans for the future. Laughter filled the air, mingling with the clinking of cutlery and the aroma of freshly prepared food.

As they enjoyed their brunch, the conversation flowed effortlessly between them, touching on topics both light and meaningful. Lady Eleanor regaled them with stories of her youth, while the duchess shared tales of her childhood in distant lands.

"Tell me, Cordelia," Lady Adelaide began, her tone gentle yet probing. "How has Alexander been since his return from university?"

The duchess's expression softened at the mention of her son, a fond smile gracing her lips. "He's been well, Mother. settling back into life at Grenville Hall quite nicely..."

As they continued to converse, the door to the dining room swung open, and Alexander Grenville strode in, his presence commanding the attention of all who beheld him. Dressed in finely tailored attire befitting his status, he exuded an air of quiet confidence as he greeted his family with a warm smile.

"Good afternoon, everyone." He greeted them with a respectful nod, his voice smooth and cultured.

Lady Adelaide returned his greeting with a nod of her own, her eyes assessing him with a keen gaze. "Good afternoon, Alexander. I trust you slept well?"

Alexander nodded, taking his seat at the table with practised ease. "Yes, thank you, auntie. I trust you all enjoyed a pleasant morning?"

The duchess offered him a warm smile as she poured him a cup of tea. "Indeed, Alexander. We were just discussing how well you've been settling back into life at Grenville Hall."

Alexander's smile widened at his mother's words, a sense of pride swelling in his chest. "Thank you, Mother. I must admit, it feels good to be home."

As they settled into their meal, the conversation flowed effortlessly between them, each member of the family sharing their thoughts and experiences with warmth and sincerity. As the afternoon sun cast its golden light upon the manor, the bonds of the family grew stronger, their love and devotion shining brightly amidst the elegant surroundings of Hawthorne Hall.

Meanwhile, back at the village, Mabel and her auntie turned their attention to preparing lunch. The aroma of simmering soup filled the cosy kitchen as they chopped vegetables and kneaded dough with practised ease.

As they worked side by side, Mabel couldn't shake the nagging thought that had been weighing on her mind. With a hesitant breath, she turned to her auntie, her voice gentle yet probing.

"Auntie," she began, "I've been thinking... You always talk about Mama, but you never mention Papa. Why is that?"

Her auntie's hands paused in their task, a solemn expression crossing her features. For a moment, the only sound in the room was the rhythmic ticking of the old clock on the wall.

Finally, her auntie sighed, setting down her knife and turning to face Mabel with a sad smile. "Oh, my dear Mabel. Indeed, I've never spoken much about your father. There's a reason for that."

Mabel's heart skipped a beat, anticipation coursing through her veins. "What is it, Auntie? Why have you never told me about him?"

Her auntie's gaze softened, a flicker of sadness dancing in her eyes. "The truth is, Mabel, I never knew your father. Your mother never mentioned his name, and I never had the chance to meet him."

Mabel's brow furrowed in confusion. "But why? Why would Mama keep something like that from me?"

Her auntie sighed, her expression pained. "Your mother was a wonderful woman, Mabel, but she had her secrets. There are some things that she chose to keep hidden, even from those closest to her."

Mabel's mind raced with questions, her heart heavy with the weight of her mother's silence. "But... didn't she ever talk about him? Didn't she ever say anything about who he was?"

Her auntie shook her head, a look of regret clouding her features. "No, my dear. Your mother never spoke of him. It was as if he never existed."

Mabel's thoughts whirled with confusion and uncertainty. How could her mother keep such a profound secret from her? What kind of man was her father, and why had he never been a part of her life?

Something is smelling in the air!

As they continued to prepare lunch, the conversation turned to lighter topics, but Mabel couldn't shake the feeling of unease that lingered in the air. There were so many unanswered questions, so many secrets buried beneath the surface of her family's history. And until she found the answers she sought, she knew that she would never truly find peace.

Meanwhile, at the Granville Manor, the brunch progressed, and the conversation flowed seamlessly between generations, punctuated by shared memories and laughter. The younger children, oblivious to the formality of the occasion, chattered excitedly amongst themselves, their voices adding an extra layer of joy to the familial tableau.

"Congratulations again, Alexander," Duchess Cordelia beamed at her son, pouring him a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice. "We're so proud of you."

"Thank you, Mother," Alexander replied with a grateful smile, accepting the glass. "Last night was truly unforgettable."

"It certainly was a splendid affair," remarked the duke's mother, her eyes twinkling with pride. "But nothing compares to the joy of seeing my grandson achieve such success."

Helena, the youngest of the family, tugged at Alexander's sleeve. "Did you wear a funny hat at your graduation, like they do in storybooks?"

Alexander chuckled, ruffling her hair affectionately. "Not quite, Ele. But I did wear a robe and cap, just like in the movies."

Across the table, the duchess's sister leaned in to whisper to her husband, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Remember when Alexander was just a little boy, running around the garden with that toy sword, pretending to be a knight?"

Her husband chuckled, nodding in agreement. "Seems like just yesterday. Now look at him, all grown up and off to conquer the world."

The duke's brother, with his booming laughter, joined in the conversation. "Ah, those were the days. But I have to say, Alexander, you've made us all proud. Not just with your academics, but with the fine young man you've become."

Alexander's male cousin, sitting beside him, raised his glass in agreement. "To Alexander, the future Duke! May your path be as bright as your intellect."

The female cousin, representing absent parents, provided updates on their travels and conveyed their heartfelt congratulations to Alexander. "They're sorry they couldn't be here in person," she explained, her tone tinged with regret. "But they send their love and best wishes for your future endeavours."

Alexander nodded appreciatively, touched by the gesture. "Please convey my gratitude to them. Their support means a great deal to me."

As the brunch progressed, the conversation meandered through various topics, from plans for the summer to reminiscences of past family vacations. Each member of the family contributed their anecdotes and perspectives, creating a tapestry of shared experiences that bound them together.

The duchess's sister, with her lively storytelling, regaled the group with tales of their childhood antics, much to the amusement of the younger children. The duke's mother, with her sage advice and gentle wisdom, offered words of encouragement to Alexander as he embarked on the next chapter of his journey.

Amidst the laughter and camaraderie, there were moments of quiet reflection as well. Harper, sensing the gravity of the occasion, reached out to him with a reassuring smile. "You have a bright future ahead of you, Alexander. But always remember where you come from and the values that have shaped you."

Alexander nodded solemnly, a sense of determination shining in his eyes. "I will, cousin. Family has always been the bedrock of my strength, and I will carry that with me wherever I go."

After brunch, the Grenville together with the guests moved to the living room, Alexander found himself lost in thought, his mind consumed by the tantalizing prospect of what the future might hold.

Meanwhile, back at Hawthorne Hall, the morning sun bathed the grand estate in a warm, golden light as the household staff went about their duties with practised efficiency. In the elegant drawing room, Lady Eleanor Grenville sat with her son, Lord Alexander, discussing the events of the previous evening's ball.

"I trust you enjoyed yourself last night, Alexander?" Lady Eleanor inquired, her tone laced with gentle concern.

Alexander nodded, though a hint of weariness shadowed his features. "It was a fine affair, Mother. Though I must admit, I found the company somewhat... stifling."

Lady Eleanor's brow furrowed with concern at her son's words, a pang of guilt tugging at her heart. "I'm sorry to hear that, my dear. I had hoped the ball would provide an opportunity for you to reconnect with old friends and acquaintances."

Alexander offered his mother a reassuring smile, though the weight of his responsibilities weighed heavily upon him. "It's not your fault, Mother. I suppose I'm simply not cut out for the frivolities of high society."

Lady Eleanor reached out a comforting hand, her touch gentle yet firm. "You mustn't be too hard on yourself, Alexander. You must uphold as the heir to the Hawthorne estate, but that doesn't mean you have to sacrifice your happiness in the process."

Alexander nodded in understanding, grateful for his mother's unwavering support. "Thank you, Mother. Your words mean more to me than you know."