“Are you well this morning, my love?” Thomas questioned Genevieve as she sat upon her vanity, applying a red tint to her cheeks by pinching her lightly tanned skin before looking to her husband’s reflection to answer him.
“Very well, thank you. How is it you have slept?” She asked as he was unaware of the rather eventful night she had endured the night before, one she had begged would remain in secret among her and Helene until her last breath. But as she looked to the window across the room, she could not help but feel a sense of guilt to how close she had come to being able to escape this life yet again. While Thomas told her the details of a rather chaotic dream, Genevieve had thought of her night before this dull morning….
The silence of a welcome slumber having been interrupted by
