“Is father home now?” she asked Miss Crawford, her voice tinged with longing, but the governess simply ignored her, her attention consumed by some task or another. Frustration bubbled within her, a restless energy that begged for release.
“A woman must learn to have patience. If you want to see your father, you must wait,” Miss Crawford replied, her tone clipped and authoritative. It was a lesson she had heard countless times before, yet its significance weighed heavy upon her heart.
Weeks had passed since she last laid eyes on Mr. Gabrielli. The memory of his embrace lingered like a ghost in the recesses of her mind, a fleeting moment of warmth and reassurance amidst the cold expanse of the mansion. She missed him terribly, his absence a palpable ache that gnawed at her soul.
It seemed
