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15.
I smoothed the fabric of my dress for the hundredth time with my palm that was a little clammy as we stepped out. The air was chilly, as the author had always described Balwynward to be. The chilly wind hit my face so hard that I felt cold freckles settle on my cheeks. Washington was never this cold. The cold here was unlike anything I had ever experienced. However, it seemed as though the people here never minded it. We strolled across the winding curve with soft grasses. Unlike the last time I had stepped out, we took a different route today, and I was seeing more of the manor. It was so beautiful. And so unlike Karden to keep a manor this colorful with different flowers all around. Sahra walked behind us, a few feet from us. “Your manor looks nothing like you,” I said, unable to hol
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