Chapter 482: House filled with love (1)
Annalise eventually ended up behind Rafael and Lydia. Walking when they did and stopping when Lydia wanted to look at something. She used this time to look through the bag packed for Lydia to see what she had and what they would need from her gifts to bring to the room to help make the room look like it belonged to a child.
Inside were two dresses, one to wear to bed and one for the morning, a toy, and a few other things Annalise couldn’t reach without taking everything out of the bag.
’She must really like ribbons,’ Annalise thought as there were two to match the dresses. She had not seen many of the other girls wearing ribbons as much as Lydia did.
’This is your room. Annalise and I will be over here," Rafael said, pointing to his bedroom.
He then opened the door to the room now belonging to Lydia and let go of her hand so she could explore while he brought some light to the room thanks to how far away the window was from the door.
Lydia couldn’t see much of the dark room, but she knew that it was big. She walked toward the bed that was high up and far longer than her arms if she were to open them wide. If she were to lay on the bed, how would anyone see her?
She placed her hand on the bed, feeling the soft blanket that covered it. It was like when she had fallen in the snow. How was it possible that she would get to have this bed all to herself? It could fit many of the children she shared a room with back at the orphanage.
Lydia put her right foot up, trying to climb up onto the bed. She pulled on the blanket to help pull herself up. The bed was higher than her own which was low so she could easily sit on it. She could get up if she jumped but then it would make her dress rise.
"We’ll need to get you something to step on," Annalise said as she put the bag down and went over to help Lydia. "The beds here are a little higher than the ones at the manor and the one I have at home. Why did everything become higher now that Lydia is here?"
Now that Lydia was present, Annalise was starting to notice how many changes they needed to make to suit Lydia at this home and at the one they had at the border. Everything was high up since no children were ever in this house and because two giant men were living there.
Lydia got up onto the bed thanks to Annalise’s help. Her body sank into the bed as she moved. It was not as hard as she thought it would be. She moved her hands in a circular motion, enjoying the feeling of the bed that belonged to her.