Chapter 42: TALK IN THE NIGHT
Aristia left her room, knowing that the couple most likely weren’t asleep yet. She deliberately chose this time of night to discuss with them as she thought the quiet night was soothing, allowing her to do a better job at persuading them. Also, there wouldn’t be much disturbance from other people at this time.
She returned the journal to its place in the drawer and left the room. The chandeliers in the corridors were not lit, but there were a few candles hung on candlesticks on the walls that would probably burn out after a few hours, providing dim lighting in the corridors.
As she made her way in the dim corridors to the room of Aristia’s parents, she organised her thoughts. [I need to establish my own source of income. I can’t let myself be ruled by this world’s outdated norms and ethics.]
She knew that in this backward world, women were not supposed to and could not own businesses. They relied on their fathers or husbands for money. Even if they did manage businesses, it wasn’t registered in their name. Those who did managed the business for their husbands. But most aristocrat women did not, and preferred to not work.
She stopped in front of the door and raised her hand to knock, but she stopped it midair. [Wait. Speaking of disturbance, I hope they’re not... No. Alaric’s in there. I don’t think they would.] With that thought, she finally knocked on the door.
"Mama, Papa. It’s Tia," she said.
"You may come in," she faintly heard Catherine say, so she opened the door.
She realized she had never been to their room since her stay in this world. This room was much larger than her room, black with a warm grey color tone and design.
The room smelled like rosewood and jasmine, creating a calming, soothing and relaxing scent. The low lighting from the candle enhanced the color of the room and added a warm and comfortable feel to it.
She noticed that the room she was standing in was like a mini parlour. There were two black leather sofas placed opposite each other with a round table placed in between.
Her parents were seated on the couch, relaxing in each other’s arms. Her mother was wearing a light dress, a night gown, and her father was wearing a lighter shirt and pants. They were obviously putting on their night wear.