Chapter 52: A Letter from Afar

A soft drizzle tapped against the windows of Thorne Estate, the gray morning light casting a gentle glow over Eleanor’s writing desk. She ran her fingers along the neatly sealed envelope in her hands, her name inked in a familiar script.

Charlotte.

Eleanor had not heard from her friend since the day she had chosen love over duty, breaking free from the expectations that had once bound her. Now, holding the letter, she felt a surge of anticipation—tinged with worry.

With careful fingers, she broke the seal and unfolded the parchment. The scent of lavender clung to the pages, a faint, familiar reminder of Charlotte’s presence.

My Dearest Eleanor,