Chapter 22: The last keepsake
Arabella followed in Ada's tracks, all giddy to finally see the music room. As insignificant and small as the matter might have seemed, it at least had the merit of distracting her from the concerns gnawing at her sanity.
"This way, Miss," Ada chirped, gesturing at Arabella to go in a specific way.
"Will you ever drop the Miss, Ada?" from behind, Arabella sort of leaned to the side in order to be in Ada's peripheral vision.
"Well, ...I won't make any promises," the maid sort of chuckled before stopping and turning towards one of the doors in the hallway they'd traversed, "Here we are!"
After twisting the knob, Ada pushed the double doors before them with both hands.
"Oh dear...,"
Mouth agape and starry eyed, Arabella walked inside so very slowly, savoring every second, every inch of that room as every piece of decoration took her breath away.
Not that the room had been furnished diversely from the rest, but the instruments it harbored made all the difference.
Arabella gradually twirled around herself, making little circles in various spots across the vast room to look from the paintings garnishing the walls to the glistening silver decor around the furniture and instruments.
"Did you have a music room back home?" Ada's voice brought the young woman out of her daze.
"Yes," finally looking back at Ada, she smiled, "Only not nearly as big as this one," her eyes drifted away once more.