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Symphony Of Love - Chapter 9
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Amelia looked out through the window of the car; a tiny smile made its way on her lips when she saw the scenery. Her mind kept drifting from the beautiful present to an unpleasant memory.
“**Where is he?” Amelia asked the maid when the maid came to bring her dinner to her room.
“He is not yet home,” the maid replied politely.
“Did he inform his arrival?” she further questioned the maid to know more about his schedule.
“He hasn’t called since the time he left for Canada,” the maid answered in a low voice.
Amelia wasn’t surprised by the maid’s response. He had always been away from home and rarely came to see if she was alive. That is how it looked in her eyes, the man seldom came home, and they hardly had a proper conversation. The longest conversation she ever had was the day he tried to convince her with his plan for her future and she disagreed with him. She knew that no matter how much she may try to disagree with him, the man will force her and gets what he wants. It had been two days since they had the cold argument and she hasn’t seen him since then. Why is it so hard for him to spend time with her? All she wanted from him was his time, his love and care for her which he failed to show her.
Amelia nodded at the maid.
“Amy, he cares for you,” the maid said trying to mitigate her anger towards her dad.
“Thanks for always comforting, Mrs. Santiago. I am fine,” Amelia forced a smile, she wasn’t a child anymore to believe her maid’s words**.
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Amelia came out of her thoughts and opened her eyes to see a huge building in front of her eyes, it looked like a castle in those fairy tales where the prince charming lives. She gasped at the sight of the mansion; it was not because of the huge building but because of the place it was situated. In front of her, was a place filled with greenery spread out all around with patches of snow but the path to walk was clear as the snow was being removed to make a way for the vehicles to enter. The mansion was surrounded by a majestic blue shimmering water running across a bridge that connected the house and the place on the other side. After showing a permission letter from Skylar’s company and signing on an entry book, the two young women could pass through the gigantic gates. At first when Skylar said that she had to take a permission letter from the resort to enter the Mansion, Amelia frowned but after looking at the huge building, she changed her mind. Amelia had to agree that every part of Kinsale had its own beauty. The mansion was no less than a paradise, she was wondered as to why she was referring the places she visited as paradise.
“I am Skylar Byrne. Mr. Wolfrik’s assistant.” Skylar informed a guard at the entrance. The new guard who was aware about Trevor Wolfrik and not about his assistant, allowed the two women.
“Come this way, we will have to meet Mr. Darcy, the house butler.” said Skylar. Amelia followed Skylar as she led her into the house, their movements halted when they came across a man who was in his late fifties.
“Good morning, Mr. Darcy.” Skylar greeted the man whose serious face turned into a tiny smile looking at her. Mr. Darcy who had the gentle smile, didn’t question them about their reason to visit, instead, he said, “Please follow me.”
“You stay here. I’ll be back in a few minutes,” Skylar whispered to which Amelia gave a nod.
It has been more than ten minutes but there was no sign of Skylar. Amelia couldn’t stop herself from thinking to have a stroll around the hall and observed that there were no maids at the moment. She was on her feet instantly and scanned every corner of the hall. If she thought this place was beautiful from the outside, she didn’t have words to describe the interior of the house. Everything in the house screamed royalty. Large, spacious rooms with shiny marbled floor, the doors were well designed and the showpieces of various color and types were hung on the wall with different sizes. Everything was so clean that Amelia could see her reflection on the glass walls. Being an interior designer, she couldn’t help herself from appreciating the house. She took a right
Amelia was admiring a portrait and froze when she heard an authoritative voice making her heart drop a beat. It was then, she realised she was no more in the hall.