Charlotte pov
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My hand stretched out, fingers splayed against the perfectly laid glass. The faint roars of engines burned in the background. It was infrequent, with one happening every few minutes or so. For the roads around this manse were so rarely frequented. Only the servants who drove to and from for the convenience of chores used the roads.
Just like the one behind me. She wore a stern expression, her eyes downcast as she fluffed the pillows, made the bed, and searched quite intently for any speck that would stain her honor as a maid. Minute after minute, the annoying sound of the vacuum, the beating of the dust into a pan. The comings and goings of another servant who tossed the trash into the dumpsters near the manor.
