Time passed swiftly as Mary looked on from a distance in silence as she watched people pass by, some wore a gloomy face, and some wore a sad face while some wore a face of indifference. It was rare to see someone who truly cared as people trooped in, it was the memorial service of Ben’s mother. Mary felt a tinge of guilt. Wait, did she say guilt? The more she got into it the more she lost her conscience. That was what she was apprehensive about; what was this going to be like from now?

Mary was never one to be religious but she saw herself being entirely judged for this. She looked watching Ben with a gloomy face and his head down. His friend stood by his side with an umbrella over his head as the rain poured down. She sat in her car watching them with her dark shades on not wanting to be recognized. Giving a huge sigh of tiredness she turned towards her steering to exit the place when 

It was indeed a very long journey, the carriage rolled on in silence as Philip leaned back observing Mary. She kept her eye close to avoid eye contact with Philip. She was doing everything possible to ignore him. He knew that nothing he says to Mary would make her open up easily, but he would definitely say he made progress.

Martha shut her eyes tightly, she could feel his gaze on her and she hated it. But she had to admit an escape from the Winston mansion was a much-needed relief. Only if you she could escape on this trip and never come back… wait she could always escape but is the next plan of action? She needed to know the outside world and this was the right opportunity to and plan her life.

This Philip could be of more use, instead of pushing him away, it’s quite obvious he was smitten, she scuffed in her mind. Was this guy into his own sister? Because technically this was the bo

As Martha closed her eyes bracing herself for a fall, ready to meet the coldness and harshness of the floor that was sure to bring pain, she was rather met with a strong arm that brought such warmth. Definitely what she wasn’t expecting. Who would take their time and be so kind to catch her she thought? Preparing to see whose arms those were, she opened her eyes slowly and she was met with deep enchanting eyes of Philip. She was grateful to see his miserable face for once, but she didn’t show such gratitude on her face as she wouldn’t want to see him excited.

Suddenly they were brought back to reality by an all so familiar voice belonging to Lady Winston. Philip gently put her to the floor with him still looking at her.

Lady Winston screeched and said "you silly girl be careful. Are you trying to injure my son or what? Phillip you should have let her fall, it’s better than getting her 

Time passed swiftly as Mary looked on from a distance in silence as she watched people pass by, some wore a gloomy face, and some wore a sad face while some wore a face of indifference. It was rare to see someone who truly cared as people trooped in, it was the memorial service of Ben’s mother. Mary felt a tinge of guilt. Wait, did she say guilt? The more she got into it the more she lost her conscience. That was what she was apprehensive about; what was this going to be like from now?

Mary was never one to be religious but she saw herself being entirely judged for this. She looked watching Ben with a gloomy face and his head down. His friend stood by his side with an umbrella over his head as the rain poured down. She sat in her car watching them with her dark shades on not wanting to be recognized. Giving a huge sigh of tiredness she turned towards her steering to exit the place when she heard the door of her car open and someone stepped in sitting down comfortably.

Mary frowned ex

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