CHAPTER 8 It wasn't a Dream

　　"Mr. Charleston will not be happy to see you playing with that or worst naming it," the maid replied.

　　"Then I shall name her Snow," Emily said not minding the maid, she really didn't care what Charleston thought about her choices in this house.

　　In fact, getting on his nerves wasn't a bad idea after all.

　　The right side of the garden was filled with a bed of fruits, vegetables, and a little pond.

　　Emily stared up as she stared at the transparent roof.

　　"It is almost time for dinner, Ma," the maid said bowing her head.

　　"What is your name?"

　　"Grace."

　　"Emily," Emily introduced herself but only got another bow from Grace.

　　Grace had been stunned when she saw the new madam highlighting from the car, she had wondered if her eyes were failing her when Andrew told her she was not Miss Olivia but she couldn't believe it.

　　The only difference she had noticed was the difference in their hair, the new madam had brown hair and Miss Olivia had blonde.