wasn’t like any closet she had ever seen before. It was easily as large as the master bedroom itself, with rows of clothing on either side, two dressers and armoires parallel to each other, and enough shoes to start a small business.
“There is so much.” She stepped in the rest of the way and noticed to her left was all men’s clothes and to her right was women’s. Because she didn’t seem to have a filter in her mouth, she blurted out, “Is this Macie’s clothing?” The idea of wearing a dead woman’s clothing didn’t particularly seem pleasant to her, and even after she thought it she instantly felt bad. Stacia looked over at her a bit surprised and then schooled her features and started sifting through the items.
“No, Madam. Master Kristoff had these items delivered several hours before your arrival.” She pulled out a plum-colored blouse and flouncy cream-colored knee length skirt with laced ribbon that matched the coloring of the top. “What about this? Although your eyes are a gorgeous blue, I think the plum will really set the color off.” Veronica felt herself nod and reach for the items. Stacia bent to a set of drawers beneath the hanging clothes and pulled out a pair of strappy sandals. “Would you like me to help you dress?”
“No, thank you.”
“Dolly has prepared breakfast for you and if you feel more comfortable you can eat it in the master suite or possibly on the veranda? The weather is beautiful and you will be able to see the gardens from there.”
“Oh.” That really did sound heavenly. “That sounds wonderful, thank you.” Stacia nodded and walked past her, shutting the door behind her on the way out. For several moments all Veronica did was stand in that monstrous closet looking at all the clothing. This was her life now, as strange and wondrous as it seemed, but there was a part of her that contemplated maybe it was all too good and perfect. Was this was just some façade wrapped in ribbons and bows and the evil that lurked beneath the surface would wipe away all the pleasure and happiness that currently wrapped around her? Closing her eyes she tried to dismiss the rumors she heard about the type of men that bought virgin brides. If her new husband was sadistic, he would have caused her pain last night. Instead he had only showed her ecstasy. Kristoff was a good man, she could feel it deep inside of her, and this was her new life. Veronica dressed and made her way downstairs to start the first day of the rest of her life.
Chapter Seven
Stacia had been right. The veranda had the most spectacular view of the gardens. Veronica had never seen such vibrant colors blooming all around her before. Reds, blues and greens were scattered with yellows, oranges and pinks. The plethora of colors called to her. She brought the glass of orange juice to her lips and took a long swallow. Kristoff’s home was far more beautiful and peaceful than any other she had seen before. She had always known city life, with the bustling of cars and foot traffic, and the loud noise and technology that surrounded her. Her parents’ home wasn’t modest in any sense, but it was surrounded by skyscrapers of metal and glass. Kristoff’s home was in the country, with trees as monstrous as the skyscrapers so was so familiar with.
“Would you like more, Madam?” Stacia came out with a carafe of orange juice and held it up in question.
“No, thank you, and please call me Veronica.” Stacia smiled but shook her head.
“Master Kristoff demands a certain etiquette be upheld within the house, but thank you for offering that to me.” She smiled and left. Veronica once again turned to look at the grounds.
A small pond sat amidst the greenery and she stood and made her way toward it. Paths were made of stone throughout the garden, and when she stopped at the intimate pool of water she could see brightly colored Koi swimming in the blue depths. Their black and orange bodies were fluid as
“There is so much.” She stepped in the rest of the way and noticed to her left was all men’s clothes and to her right was women’s. Because she didn’t seem to have a filter in her mouth, she blurted out, “Is this Macie’s clothing?” The idea of wearing a dead woman’s clothing didn’t particularly seem pleasant to her, and even after she thought it she instantly felt bad. Stacia looked over at her a bit surprised and then schooled her features and started sifting through the items.
“No, Madam. Master Kristoff had these items delivered several hours before your arrival.” She pulled out a plum-colored blouse and flouncy cream-colored knee length skirt with laced ribbon that matched the coloring of the top. “What about this? Although your eyes are a gorgeous blue, I think the plum will really set the color off.” Veronica felt herself nod and reach for the items. Stacia bent to a set of drawers beneath the hanging clothes and pulled out a pair of strappy sandals. “Would you like me to help you dress?”
“No, thank you.”
“Dolly has prepared breakfast for you and if you feel more comfortable you can eat it in the master suite or possibly on the veranda? The weather is beautiful and you will be able to see the gardens from there.”
“Oh.” That really did sound heavenly. “That sounds wonderful, thank you.” Stacia nodded and walked past her, shutting the door behind her on the way out. For several moments all Veronica did was stand in that monstrous closet looking at all the clothing. This was her life now, as strange and wondrous as it seemed, but there was a part of her that contemplated maybe it was all too good and perfect. Was this was just some façade wrapped in ribbons and bows and the evil that lurked beneath the surface would wipe away all the pleasure and happiness that currently wrapped around her? Closing her eyes she tried to dismiss the rumors she heard about the type of men that bought virgin brides. If her new husband was sadistic, he would have caused her pain last night. Instead he had only showed her ecstasy. Kristoff was a good man, she could feel it deep inside of her, and this was her new life. Veronica dressed and made her way downstairs to start the first day of the rest of her life.
Chapter Seven
Stacia had been right. The veranda had the most spectacular view of the gardens. Veronica had never seen such vibrant colors blooming all around her before. Reds, blues and greens were scattered with yellows, oranges and pinks. The plethora of colors called to her. She brought the glass of orange juice to her lips and took a long swallow. Kristoff’s home was far more beautiful and peaceful than any other she had seen before. She had always known city life, with the bustling of cars and foot traffic, and the loud noise and technology that surrounded her. Her parents’ home wasn’t modest in any sense, but it was surrounded by skyscrapers of metal and glass. Kristoff’s home was in the country, with trees as monstrous as the skyscrapers so was so familiar with.
“Would you like more, Madam?” Stacia came out with a carafe of orange juice and held it up in question.
“No, thank you, and please call me Veronica.” Stacia smiled but shook her head.
“Master Kristoff demands a certain etiquette be upheld within the house, but thank you for offering that to me.” She smiled and left. Veronica once again turned to look at the grounds.
A small pond sat amidst the greenery and she stood and made her way toward it. Paths were made of stone throughout the garden, and when she stopped at the intimate pool of water she could see brightly colored Koi swimming in the blue depths. Their black and orange bodies were fluid as
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