My Bratty Wife

Suzy and Doris strolled along a winding path lined with vibrantly colored flowers. The crisp morning air carried the sweet scent of roses and lilies, a welcome change from the stuffy confines of the room. Suzy tried to take in her surroundings, searching for any clues that might lead her back to the well. But the well from her memories wasn’t anywhere in sight.

Disappointment gnawed at her. Maybe that well wasn’t the answer after all. Perhaps there was another way back, something she just hadn’t stumbled upon yet. She needed a plan, and formulating a plan required some fresh air and clear thinking.

"This is lovely, Doris," Suzy said, taking a deep breath and letting the sunshine warm her face. "It’s amazing how peaceful it is here."

Doris smiled, a hint of pride in her eyes. "The gardens are the heart of the estate, milady. The Count himself takes great care in overseeing their upkeep."

Suzy nodded, but her mind was already racing. The well wasn’t here, but there had to be a way back. Back home, she’d been looking at an old Victorian house before the whole well incident. Maybe, just maybe, there was a similar house here, somewhere on these grounds. An old, forgotten structure that might hold the key to her return.

"Doris," she began casually, "do we have any... abandoned buildings on the property? Like an old house or something?"

Doris tilted her head, considering the question. "Abandoned buildings, milady? Not that I can recall. The Count keeps everything in top condition."

Suzy’s shoulders slumped. A dead end.

Their walk continued, and with each passing minute, Suzy’s frustration mounted. She can’t find the damn well and the house. A devious plan began to form in her mind. Escape!