Chapter<b>12</b>
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“Comedown.”
Thetwocold,curtwordswerefollowedbytheclickofthephonehangingup.
Avelinehadn’tevensaidawordbeforeshefoundherselfstaringathernowdarkenedphonescreen,grittingherteethin
frustration.
Soannoying!
Hewasnowherenearassweetashewaswhenhehadlosthis
memory.
Shewentdownstairs,theeveningsunsetcastingawarmorangeglowoverher,makingherhairappeartoglow.
However,hersmilefadedwhenshesawthatthepersonbythecarwasn’tLucas.
“Where’sLucas?”sheaskedassheapproached.
Desmondreplied,“Mr.Tudorhasothermatterstoattendto.HeaskedmetotakeyoutotheTudorfamilymansion.”
Forsomereason,herheartsank.
Whatcouldbemoreimportantthantakinghertomeethisfamily?
Shepressedherlipstogetherandgotintothecar.
ShetookoutherphoneandcalledLucas,buthedidn’tanswer.
Jerk!
Clutchingherphone,Avelinestaredoutthewindow.
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Soon,thesurroundingsgrewmorebeautiful.TheTudorfamilymansionwaslocatedinthesouthernpartofCloudreCity,nestledagainstthemountainsandnearthesea–atrulyprimelocation.
Thecardrovethroughthegrandck–and–goldgateandstoppedinfrontofavi.Aservantsteppedforwardtoopenthecardoor,politebutformal.
Avelinegotout,hereyesshingwithshock.
Soluxurious!
ShehadheardoftheTudorsbeforebuthadneverseentheirhome.Nowthatshedid,she realizedtheywerefromentirelydifferentworlds.
“MissYoung,pleaseinside,”theservantprompted,hertoneindifferent,withahintofdisdaininhereyes.
Avelinefrowned.“I’mLucas‘wife.CallmeMrs.Tudor!”
Theservantturnedandwalkedawaywithoutacknowledgingher.
EvenAveline,slowtoreact,couldsensetheservant’sdisrespectfttitudetowardher.
Shepressedherlipstogetherandenteredthevi.
Theunfamiliarenvironmentmadeherfeeluneasy.Justpasttheentrancewasasmallreceptionroom.
Theservantsaid,“Waithereforawhile.Mr.Lucaswillbeback.
soon.”
Thentheservantleft.
Avelinesatonthesofa,cingherhandsneatlyonherknees,
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tryingtocalmherself.
“It’salright,it’sjustaservant.Theydon’trepresenttheTudorfamily’sattitude.”
Justthen,<b>a</b>fewmorepeoplewalkedin,oneofwhomwasYvonne.
SeeingAveline,Yvonnesmiled.Aveline,you’rehere!Whyareyousittinghere?Comeon,followmeinside.”
Avelinestoodup,herdemeanorpoliteandhumble.“Hello,Madam Yvonne.”
Yvonnesmiledandintroducedher,“ThisisLucas‘father.”
Ayélinelookedatthestern–facedmiddle–agedmanbeside.Yvonne.Heonlyncedather,butshefeltimmensepressure.
“HasSophiaarrivedyet?”askedLucas’sfather,FrederickTudor.
Yvonnereplied,“Lucaswenttopickherup.”
“Okay,”Frederickrespondedindifferentlyandwalkedintothemainlivingroom.
YvournedtoAveline.“Comeon,let’swaitinthelivingroom.Thisiswheretheservantstaketheirbreaks.”
AtraceofembarrassmentflickeredinAveline’seyes.Wasthatservant’sbehaviorintentionaloridental?
Enteringthemainlivingroom,Avelinenoticedtheluxuriouscrystalchandelierhangingfromthehighceiling,exudinganauraofunderstatedopulence.
Yvonnesaid,“Haveaseatanywhere.Lucaswillbebacksoon.”
Avelinecouldn’thelpbutnoticethenameofthegirltheyhadmentioned.ThegirlLucashadpersonallygopickup–could
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itbeher?
Abouthalfanhouter,therewassommotionatthedoor,andtwopeoplewalkedin.
Lucasenteredfirst,followedbythegirlAvelinehadseenintheprivateroombefore.
ShewasSophiaWinter.