Teasing your wicked heart

tight voice stated, "Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday

e, began to count, going through each day aga

n, the final word barely escaping her lips but not offering her th

low and adorned with a detailed white woodcarving that appeared to resemble a sun. Its

ng and her lips quivering as she fin

nday was the nicest day of the wee

s the nurse firmly pinned the girl's hair to the

reminded the young child, raising her eyebrow

through the nursery's huge, empty halls. "The week consists of seven days. Monday is

said, her mouth moving effortlessly through the next few sentences. "Yesterday was Sunday, and it

ne, was joyous in every manner. She ate her meals quickly and rushed into the deserted hallways, always eager to get on to the next thing that piqued he

usic, so she danced along with it. Even if the mansion could have the potential to lower people's spirits, all it took was one sound-h

d agreed that the previo

e proved to be untamable, Lord Rosenberg had taken to bed for more t

regular o

outside than inside the drafty house since it made him think of his late wife, the mother of the young child, who had managed to bring him to tears throughout their brief marriage. She gave

he Earl was not in the mood for breakfast, and her well-mannered adult governess, Miss Elizabeth, made a great effort to divert the six-year-old girl from her father's bedroom.

hat afternoon, which would have prevented their planned tour of the

's Monday,"

fairly devoid of energy due to the drafty and

nod. She understood

schedule as if nothing strange had happened, Miss Elizab

of the painting room. The majority of the Earl and his daughter's afternoons were spent there, a

g. As she did every morning, Lady Sarah Jane got out of bed and

her would get out of bed and greet her at breakfast when the sun decided to come

bright and promise

ed walk in the painting room, she would name all seven Earls Rosenberg to her father. She would tell her mother all the governess had taught her when they

door was already open, and no one

ran along t

short of saying, "It's Tuesday

Eliz

r arms, and ran back down to the entry hall just before

bright and brilliant,

ing Sarah Jane to detest Tuesdays mor

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