Chapter 2
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Sierra found herself waking up from her deep slumber on her soft mattress due to the golden sun rays that shone on her face through the gaps between the curtains.
She wondered if all that she went through was just a nightmare. Well, she can only figure that out once she goes downstairs and asks someone.
When she went downstairs and asked Mrs. Nancy, the housekeeper, about if what happened was true? If she lost her sister or not? If she fainted in the cemetery or not? But to her dismay, Nancy said all was real and it wasn’t just a nightmare.
Everything was unrealistically real!
But one of her questions remained unanswered – “Who was the person that held her while she was fainting? Whose arms were those where she felt safe? Who was the owner of that amazing and masculine hands?”
Well, that is 3 questions in total but all held one common answer which no one seemed to know.
Everyone in this house was still in the cemetery when she returned. They all found her in her room unconscious with a slight fever.
She wanted to get rid of her thoughts about that stranger man who held her from hitting the ground but it seemed nearly impossible.
She wanted to know who he was. Nope, she craved to know who he was.
Her head was aching from all the thoughts and worries about who that mysterious man was.
She wondered if she will ever get to know who he was; if she’ll ever meet him again. Maybe she could try to go to the cemetery again and pretend to faint to see if Mr. Mysterious Arms came to rescue again.
God what was she thinking; her brain surely was malfunctioning due to this mysterious stranger
Half of the day passed by with her thoughts captured by him. It was late in the evening when her thoughts went back to normal even though it won’t completely get rid of him; she suddenly realized that she wasn’t in her mourning black dress that she wore to the cemetery.
Someone had changed her. Was it one of the maids? It must’ve been; after all, she was unconscious and had a fever so if she laid in those dripping wet clothes her fever would’ve been worse.
Still in doubt, she runs downstairs again looking for her main maid, Lucy.
When Sierra found her, she stopped Lucy and asked her whether she changed her but she got a denial which increased the pressure of thoughts on her mind.
It was killing her.
But something suddenly causes her thoughts to halt. A doorbell!
Who would come to her house in the late evenings; it was only her and her housemaids who used to stay in the house beside Sally and her mom, Emily. Who could it be? Could it be Mr. Mysterious Arms?
Her hope climbed up a mountain, wishing it was the mysterious stranger who came to check on her.
Being curious about discovering who could be at the other end of the door, Sierra dashed towards the door to open it.
Her eyes widened and her mouth hanged open with surprise when she pulled the door open…
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