Chapter 215: The Restlessness Spell.
Works, Theodore mansion.
Critic Arley, Critic-Ishire.
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Finally, the use of the glassmen arrived the next day, led by the esteemed Mr. Jeremiah Glassford. Lionel was a man of few words but immense skill. He oversaw the delivery of the enormous glass panes, each one a marvel of clarity and strength.
"Gentlemen, these panes are the heart of our work. Handle them as if they were the most delicate treasures." he sounded off, his eyes catching Theodores as he kissed his wife before leaving for work. He tips his head in a courtesy gesture before returning to work.
Using cranes and pulleys, the glassmen lifted the panes into place. The frames, crafted by Reginald, held them snugly, and Jeremiah’s team secured them with expert precision. The glass gleamed in the winter light, transforming the parlour into a space of ethereal beauty.
With breakfast, lunch and dinner passing in a blur because of how busy the day was, it was finally the day for the finishing touches.
"Are we inviting a decorator?" she adjusted her brown dress as she asked her friend.
"No, Lena dear, I am a decorator myself" Lydia boasted, picking the hair the maids had so delicately made into a bun.
With the fact she was a decorator realized and the glass installed, the temporary decorator Mrs. Lydia Theodore, a woman with a keen eye for detail, led her team of Joyous, Mathilda, Helena excluding Dorothy who was somewhere cleaning and washing. Lydia directed the placement of new drapes, light and airy to complement the glass. The furniture was returned, polished and shining.
"Let us bring in some greenery. Plants will thrive in this light and add a touch of life to the room." she said before she remembered she would have to touch the garden herself, else Hound would be pissed.