Chapter 46
Victoria’s magic rarely began outside of her hidden workroom, away from her tools, supplies, and her most powerful ingredients. Today, though, she started with her mother’s stationery supplies.
At the opposite end of the house from her father’s dark den, Victoria’s mother kept a bright, airy room for the management of the household and her extensive social calendar. The wallpaper was yellow and pale blue, the overstuffed furniture delicate and feminine, upholstered to match the paper. Even the pale hardwood floor was covered with the most cheery, light, floral rugs she’d been able to find.
The social schedule had been less full of late with her illness, but Mrs. Haversham wouldn’t tolerate a reduction in her activities for long.
Certainly not with a rescheduled wedding to pl
