That night, Christabel really enjoyed herself with Lily, talking without constraints felt really good. She got down from the car and walked into Maxson’s house, her mind a little blank, her vision a little blurry, her soul a little melancholic.
“Miss Christabel, did you go for a drink? Please take a hot bath, I will instruct the kitchen to prepare a hangover soup for you,” Mr. Winston’s softly wrinkled face twisted with concern as he made his way hastily to the kitchen, leaving Christabel speechless.She had never been treated this way before.
She looked around the warmly lit house, although nobody was around, somehow the design of the house and Mr. Winston’s concern filled her with warmth and a slight feeling of wanting to belong rose in her. She took a deep breath and walked to her roo
