“Do not worry yourself,” Ginevra had said softly. “I will sketch and make many beautiful dresses for you while you are away. I will go to the library.” With Mother and Mrs. Briggs away, she could be the Ginevra she truly was; there was solace to be found there and she knew it.
“That will be well then,” I had said, but I needed to say more, I leaned down, resting my head on her shoulder. “You know you are more to me, more than a maid, or a seamstress, or even a designer. You are so very much more.”
I had never known such a direct gaze as hers that was upon me in that moment.
“You are…,” she had grinned again, “famiglia mia.”
famiglia mia.I had understood her perfectly.
Pearl"s leaving didn"t feel as bad this year. The ghostly shadows didn"t haunt me as they did last year. I missed her
