The Fortunate woman

ow which way to walk yet. The bus only made stops in town, so Abigail had to rely

aterproof. You would assume that someone who has been working nonstop since the age of eigh

er for the room she inhabited in their houses, as well as the food she ate. Someone even charged her for the water she use

employment scribbled on it as if it would magically inform her which way to walk. Sighing

she approached him, her anxiety intensified. Abigail had never been comforta

or disregarded her, so she spoke up: "I'm searching

as about to pass her and remarke

but look at his back. S

them to this particular estate. She gazed about at the vacant town centre. The young man's receding form was

itcase and approached the woman, secret

tention to Abigail, giving her the strength to continue. "I'm looking for the

main thoroughfare. "It's a long distance if you want to walk there, sweetheart. But if you c

t smile at the sweet wom

long the road, so keep an eye out for cars," t

so she had to walk on it or on the mossy side, which was exhausting. Fortunately, the auto

ptable. They were ordinary black shoes that didn't appear too horrible on the exterior. The majority of the holes we

he spotted a rabbit scurry away. After wandering for quite some time, she came to a side road in the disfranchis

. This allowed her to go into town on her day off. She simply hoped that t

e lush green lawn was centred on a stunning English-style home. She didn't dare to predict how many rooms it included. It fina

ed to the gate and pressed the doorbell. The device crackled for a mo

eard better before responding, "Good eveni

stion; perhaps it was a defensive mechanism in case things

onnection was cut off. A few seconds later, the gate

ed after only a few minutes. A tall guy with wispy grey hair on the side of his head greeted her

ay call me Abigail. "If you wan

u to your room; I am sure it was a lo

she did not say it. Instead, she s

he pricey furnishings and luxurious arrangement of the space. She wou

nto a corridor lined with unique-looking

f this mansion was

ther corridor. A sign stated 'Servant's quarters,' but she had no idea h

is pocket before unlocking it. "This one is for you, young lady

The orphanage didn't even have doors so that the caregivers could see what was

he said, follo

tique-looking closet that could house more clothing than she had possessed. The window provided just enough natural light to brigh

ers. The servants' eating area is down the hall, and Loren and I will join you for meals. Loren is the chief housekeeper, therefore

grandpa figure, and she had yet to learn anything about the e

en. Your uniform is in th

indication. They were consistently overly short and unpleasant

ore dumping her suitcase to the floor. She moved slowly to the closet, the

she'd become accustomed to, and instead of a low-cut v-line nec

take another look at the place. She c