“You see children,” the old lady said, “the dollhouse has not always been an abandoned old shack. Once the house was a most beautiful mansion, fit for a king. The old, rotten, wooden construction was still in virgin-white shade and the garden, now a jungle of death, was once very beautifully kept.”
“It was in these days that a young a naïve scientist came to life here with his only child, Rose, who meant the world to him...”
It was still dark when they arrived, they had been riding for a long time now and exhaustion had set in. It was the abrupt stop that made the young girl awake from her slumber and look up to her father who still seemed to be in London with his mind. At the way his bright blue eyes were staring into nothingness she could see he was thinking of her, of Clementine. It looked as if it hurt him more then it did to her. He had loved her mother dearly, she knew. She had too, but she had to be strong, she had to be strong for him, her father. She knew every time he looked at her he saw her mother and it hurt him. ‘So she, the new lady of the house, would be strong,’ she thought to herself. But deep inside she knew she was hurt too.
The opening of the carriage door made them both look up from their thoughts and so they obediently followed the servant down the path.
When they arrived at the porch the door flung open revealing an old lady standing in the hallway. Everything about her, from the stern look on her face to the colourless clothing she wore would make you think of her as stern lady who would torture you for being young with no bit of guilt in her. But her eyes gave her away. They were a warm shade of yellowish gold and were surrounded by little wrinkles, just barely noticeable, but they were there. When the lady spotted Rose she smiled warmly confirming this fact, she were no evil witch. Then she started to babble hysterically with James Carter leaving Rose the opportunity to inspect her new home...
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