[color=8882be]Amarantha[/color]

What a house.

Amarantha had never been anywhere near a place this size. To think it was all for one family. The mansion could have fit five families comfortably. Six if no one minded floor space. Just the thought of stepping in a place so ostentatious made her want to laugh a little. But she didn't. This was going smoothly so far. Aside from her getting the stink eye from the butler, the other girls had yet to say a word about her situation. But now they were sitting and having tea as if this was just some normal party.

[i]You should speak up. Let them know what you've been about.[/i] Her pixie, carefully nestled in the pocket of her gown, spoke inside of her head. To think, a year and a half and she was still getting used to that.

"...a year and a half. Alone." And then she shut her mouth. It answered the question, didn't it? Besides, this group of fancy white ladies probably was not going to let her into their fancy-pants coven. She was fully expecting to be turned out at any minute.