The walls of the mansion felt like they were closing in with each passing day and the air was beginning to get stale. I knew I needed a change of scenery. Greta had mentioned a meadow at the side of the mansion before I had retired for the evening and I made a mental note to investigate it the next day after breakfast.
I did shower, but very briefly, and put on a pair of dark washed shorts and a sleeveless white georgette top. Although I planned on being bare feet but I did need to put on shoes to get there. The tan sandels had a scalloped strap across the top and a thin band that held it in place behind my ankle. I didn't even remember fitting in half the shoes that I had. Marco had just ordered a range of shoes in my size but all of it were very tasteful.
I ran a brush through my hai
