Lucille
We had been gone from Monovia for only a week, yet as Annabella Castle came into view, I had the sensation of being home in a way that was new and welcomed.
Home.
It was a word I associated with my parents' dwelling in New York City and a word that meant security and familiarity. Home was something I dreamed of having one day with my husband—until the dream died.
Peering through the car windows, I took in the large snow-covered structure, seeing it as I hadn't before. Over the years, this castle had become my prison. I was locked in solitary confinement with every comfort I could want, sans true companionship.
Lady Buckingham, who was seated at my side, had been my greatest confidant and despite her efforts, I was horribly lonely. Yesterday, when Roman mentioned leaving Mol
