Chapter 6: Into The Arms Of A Man (1)
Once the sun was out, Madeline’s attitude never changed.
Auriela showed up to make sure she was still locked in her room, and Madeline played mute while listening to all the rubbish the woman was fond of spitting out from her mouth, like it was some sort of anthem she planned on saying to Madeline every morning.
It was becoming unbearable, yet she never gave a hint. She pretended to be the same little girl who would curl herself in a corner, always shaking in fear by her Aunt’s illusive tone towards her.
The moment she left and had locked the doors from outside, Madeline waited for a few seconds for her footsteps to fade before getting out of bed.
She quietly tiptoed to her window, waiting patiently for Roland’s carriage to leave the building so she could commence her plan. Right after his carriage had left, the carriage of Auriela also exited the building five minutes after, but Madeline didn’t bother to strike right away.
She waited ten minutes more, knowing their carriage would have covered enough distance by then. When her time was up, she hurried to her small dressing table, picked up the wooden chair and stared right back at the window with a look of determination in her glossy dark orbs.
Using her strength, she flung the chair at the glass window, creating a sound that made her cover her ears and she looked away. It was so loud she was sure the servants around must have heard it.
Returning her gaze to the window, there were cracks on it. Cracks that signified if she hit the window a few more times, it would break.
A half satisfying smile twisted her lips to the side. Roland should be ready to add a broken window to his financial budget.