Here's chapter two and we're warning you, it's not any longer than the last one. Sorryyyy X
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Chapter 2
When she'd convinced Maria she wouldn't get lost in the maze of a house, Georgina set out to find some clothes for horseback riding.
From the looks of it, the manor possibly had half a hundred of rooms; surely, she'd find some vintage remnants from her great ancestors in one of these rooms, some forgotten clothes that would easily fit her curvy slender body.
She walked silently down the halls and smiled when she spotted a dumb waiter. A little kid could easily fit in it and she vaguely remembered hiding in it when she and her older brother; Drague, had played hide and seek in the entire property like the crazed kids they were.
Sighing at the thought of her brother who was now studying in Australia, Georgina stepped into a room behind a wooden door.
This is forgotten. She told herself, scrutinizing the entire space with one quick look. Despite being deserted for who knows how long, no thin layer of dust covered the antique Victorian furniture. Georgina supposed it was because her mother did housekeeping like that; managing every mansion even though not all of them were used.
Four four-poster beds were placed across each other and a wooden container of some sort was at the foot of each. She moved to one consciously, remembering that people kept clothes and precious stuff inside chest sets during the olden days.
The one she'd went near to contained clothes that were too small for her with Lucy sewed in hidden places and several pretty bows and shoes. She moved to the next one and found several dresses and lovely smocks with Susan stitched with red thread by its collars though that kind of attire really wasn't suitable for horseback riding.
She moved to the other two chest sets and found some clothes from persons named Peter and Edmund; probably an old relative or something.
"This is just right." She muttered to herself, smiling as she examined Edmund's plain white long sleeves. It smelled of mint despite being buried in the guy's chest for who knows how many ages.
She quickly wiggled out of her own Bohemian styled shirt and buttoned down the clothing before rolling up the sleeves to her elbows. She observed herself in front of a mirror located by a corner. With Edmund's polo, her cut out dyed shorts, she looked chic and magnifique.
She was about to turn and go back to her room to retrieve the leather boots she brought with her before noticing something big and heart stopping on the mirror's reflection.
It was of a lion's torso walking out of the room.