The sun was setting slowly over the rolling green hills of the English countryside. The sky was painted in deep, beautiful shades of orange, pink, and dark purple. The traveling carriage rolled smoothly along the wide, winding dirt road.
Inside the carriage, Delaney sat quietly. Her hands rested in her lap, her fingers twisting the soft fabric of her traveling dress. Her heart was beating a fast, steady rhythm against her ribs. She looked out the glass window. The tall, familiar oak trees began to appear on the sides of the road.
They were finally here.
Oakridge manor. The vacation house for the family of three and Delaney's true home.
The carriage turned onto the long, sweeping gravel driveway. The sound of the wooden wheels crunching against the small stones was loud in the quiet evening air. The large, imposing structure of Oakridge Manor came into full view. It stood proudly against the setting sun, its many glass windows reflecting the beautiful orange light.
