The junction between the sky and the sea was white, and an orange sun slowly climbed up from the sea, and then gradually turned into a blazing golden white, as if it had truly woken up from a nap.
The white museum building is 5 stories high, with a large protruding cylinder in the middle, rectangular buildings on both sides, and two large cubes at the other end of the cuboid. The overall shape is roughly like this. In fact, there are only 4 floors on both sides.
Only the middle building has 5 floors, with the uppermost floor being a beautiful prismatic spire. The building is roughly white, with the roof tiles and edges in dark purple, and its style is similar to the Bavarian style in Lorraine Hill's memory.
Lorraine Hill's room is on the left side of the third floor. Birds outside the window are singing cuckoo cuckoo on the spruce trees. The white light from the sky shines through the gaps in the dark curtains. The girl is sleeping on the bed in a white nightgown.
, satin-like hair scattered on the pillow, the thin blanket and between the white collarbones.
After the sun slowly rose, it took a long time for the girl to reluctantly open her eyes. She had actually been awake for a while, but she still didn't want to get up. After sleeping in the tent and carriage for a while,
, finally lying on the soft bed again, a faint sense of satisfaction and happiness came from every corner of the body.
Well, let's get up. After all, you don't live alone. You can sleep as long as you want, but you still have to pay attention to your image. While thinking about this, she slowly stood up from the bed and shook her head to wake herself up.
Then the curtains were opened, and the bright light from the sky illuminated the cozy bedroom.
Sitting in front of the dressing table, she briefly arranged her hair and tied it with a hair tie. Then she remembered that this was a new bedroom and she didn't know where her clothes were. She looked around and then opened the white wardrobe next to her.
, a dazzling array of dresses appeared in front of her eyes, making her unable to react for a moment.
Is this prepared for her? The problem is that she only arrived yesterday, which means that it should be put away at the earliest before she enters the bedroom last night. But how do they know her body proportions? She only appeared at the Chamber of Commerce headquarters last night.
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Lorraine Hill randomly took out a few pieces of clothing and tried them on. The fit was unexpected. It didn't look like a standard style at all. Instead, it was cut according to the proportions of her figure.
How did they do it in advance? Wait, there is still a time difference. When she showed up at the headquarters, it was just after nightfall, and when she came back to rest, it was close to early morning. There was a time difference of nearly five hours. Is this called professionalism?
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I carefully recalled that among the stewards I met yesterday, there were several from clothing workshops. Maybe they were preparing secretly. They would know after asking Chelsea.
No longer thinking about these intrusive actions, she chose a body-hugging dress with a white main body. This dress was more in line with her aesthetics. It was simple and had just the right light blue decoration.
There are also some elegant rococo-style long skirts in the wardrobe. The skirts are bell-shaped, have curved skirts, pleats with layers of patterns, and trailing trains behind them. This kind of skirt is currently more popular among the west-style aristocrats, but
Lorraine Hill was not too cold. She just felt that it was too restrictive and inconvenient. It was like a beautifully decorated colorful vase. It only looked good, but it was not comfortable to wear.
After briefly dressing up, she opened the bedroom door. There were already four maids waiting outside the door. This was the result of her request yesterday. According to Chelsea's standards, 12 is the norm. This kind of manpower
The girl sighed at the waste. She didn't need the number of people she served to show her identity. However, considering that she was not familiar with situations such as needing someone to lead the way, she originally intended to leave only two people.
"Good morning, Miss."
The four maids bowed their heads and saluted. They all had good looks and were very young. They held towels and other things in their hands, and then took the girl to the bathroom.
Breakfast was cranberry bread and honey tea. After a simple meal, Lorraine Hill began to ask the butler Seres about some situations.
"How are Mr Angus's other children and his mother doing?"
"The mother and son live in a single-family attic at No. 209 Gladiolus Street, Hopeland. The security there is very good. Yesterday, some people were urgently sent to protect the surrounding area."
"Well, prepare an inconspicuous carriage and I will pay you a visit secretly today."
"Yes, Miss."
After the Carites Chamber of Commerce returned from Loland Hill, it ended its previous hesitation and uneasiness. Various orders began to be distributed from the headquarters to distant branches, informing future arrangements and decisions. The carriages of the stewards came from
The huge headquarters dispersed, and an ordinary carriage was among them.
Lorraine Hill put on a black robe over her dress, and then got on the carriage. As the wheels rolled through the bluestone streets, she turned several turns and finally arrived at Gladiolus Street. This is where Hopelaner's early aristocracy was.
After the independence of Verga, most of the nobles evacuated the place where they lived, and the remaining ones were bought by the rich. The security here has always been good. However, the real high-end of Hoplaner is not here, but in the wide area to the west.
The courtyards were built after the founding of Verga. They are newer and more pleasing in style.
Lorraine Hill stepped down from the carriage, and then Seres, wearing a strict butler's dress, knocked on the door. Next to the carriage stood two elite guards dressed as attendants. They intentionally or unintentionally blocked the sight of others.
The door creaked open. Under the strong sunlight at noon, the woman in the room seemed a little unable to open her eyes. It took her a while to recognize the housekeeper.
"Hello, Mrs. Mera, Sires, I was following Lord Angus before. Do you still remember?"
"Hello... I remember that you are a respectable person who has given me and my children a lot of help."
"You are overthinking. I am also helping you according to Lord Angus's instructions. This is nothing."
Ceres paused for a moment, then turned sideways, allowing Lorraine Hill's figure to appear in front of the woman.
"This is Miss Lacey, Lord Angus's daughter. She would like to visit you. Do you think that's okay?"
"Okay, okay, please wait a moment, the room is too chaotic." The woman's voice was a little frightened.
After waiting for a while, Lorraine Hill was welcomed into the house, and a cool breath hit his face.
Most of the curtains in the house are drawn, and the lighting is a bit poor. Considering that it is summer, it is normal to be afraid of the heat. The house is relatively dry and cool, and it is very quiet at noon. You can only occasionally hear the sound of the pendulum in the hall.
A floor-length clock made of mahogany and brass is placed against the wall in the middle of the hall. It is covered with a thick layer of dust. In the quiet room, you can see some dust slowly floating in the sunlight through the gaps in the curtains.
Mrs. Mela poured two cups of cold water from the porcelain pot next to her and placed them in front of the table. There was some dust on the lid of the porcelain pot, but fortunately the water inside was relatively clean. It should have been prepared yesterday or this morning.
Lorraine Hill looked at the lady in a black dress. Her face was a little pale, she didn't have any decorations on her body, and there were some faint wrinkles on her forehead. She was only in her thirties, but she felt twilight, uneasy and...
He looked at Lorraine Hill nervously.
"I'm very sorry, Mrs. Mela. I have some unfortunate news to tell you today. Angusda was attacked on his return trip some time ago and has left us forever."
As the girl finished speaking, the lady's hand shook and she knocked down the tea cup next to her. Then a crisp sound resounded on the ground and it shattered into pieces.