Zelia
Charlotte and I are both in tears as the carriage enters the Bordeaux estate. It has been a year since we left, and I cannot wait to see our parents.
“Mother? Father?” I call out as we walk hastily through the front door.
“Mademoiselle Zelia?” Sophia, the housekeeper looks at me with big eyes, white as a ghost. “And mademoiselle Charlotte.”
“Oh, Sophia, it is so good to see you,” I sigh as I walk to her and embrace her.
“Mademoiselle,” Sophia gasps as she pulls back, not used to this kind of familiarity from a countess.
“I know,” I smile through the tears. “And I am sorry, it is just so good to be home and see a friendly face. Where are Mother and Father?”
“Oh dear,” Sophia still looks flabbergasted, “I will bring drinks and meet you in the tearoom.”
Sophia hurries off before
