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Victoria skewed through the living room hallway, onto the opposite corner, and into the parlour wanting to have a bite of biscuit, or something. However, to her surprise, just inside the parlour, she found her mother, the Countess of course, seated, sipping tea. And she definitely knew her mother was waiting for her arrival.

"Victoria, dear," she called out, followed with a hand gesture, and Victoria, of course, made her way in the direction of her mother.

The parlour, as spacious as it was, and as grand as it looked with the morning light shoving through the large windows with folded curtains, was a sight to behold. But Victoria knew that this morning's look was no comparison to what her mother was about to tell her… or she thought!