Chapter 89

Damian had died at that moment. He had been murdered by a stranger just like that in their day of their anniversary. Alice hoped now for the dream to end since it had turned into a horrible nightmare, she was wrong though. This was just the beginning.

Her dress was long, fitted tightly on her waist while her crinoline was making it really hard for her to walk, hidden underneath the many layers of fabric. Bows and pearls, the color gold everywhere while a very heavy wig rested on her head. Her face was heavily powdered while her cheeks were painted a vibrant pink. 

The distant sound of violins was heard as she wondered in the enormous mansion. Beautiful paintings on the walls, ladies laughing and giggling, their faces hidden behind fancy fans with flower designs.