Hi everyone! Massive apologies for saying that I would try to upload on my usual day (Thursday) and then being late again. Unfortunately I came down with a cold during the week, causing me to put off my writing because I felt complete lack of intellectual stimulation. Before you start reading, I just want to say that I'm unbelievably grateful to all of you reading my work and giving me lovely reviews that convince me that I can write and- this is turning into an Oscar acceptance speech now. Enjoy.
She sat in her drawing room, staring into the middle of the room. She couldn't believe that a whole year had gone by since the anniversary of Sybil's death. She tried not to think of the horrible incident, but her youngest granddaughter often came into mind throughout her day to day life and an inevitable flood of memories would come rushing back to her sending wave after wave of sadness through her.
Now, she was recollecting the events of last year. Everything had been so golden that night when she left the house late at night after seeing Sybil for the last time and Sybbie for the first time. She had arrived home in high spirits despite her exhausted state and gone straight to bed. The next morning she sat eating her breakfast in bed when her maid arrived, handing her a note and telling her it had been delivered to the house by hand. When the maid was gone, she had opened it, her eyes scanning over the brief message that had caused an insurmountable grief to well up inside her.
She glanced at the chair opposite her, where the fabric was rumpled slightly, indicating that someone had recently vacated it. Tom had left the house just a few minutes earlier with the box of earrings she had intended Sybil to receive so many years ago. Despite herself, she let out a small chuckle. Sybil's social season was hardly the most enjoyable time of her life. They had all thought so, but perhaps they hadn't paid attention to what she really wanted. Perhaps they had assumed she would just be like Mary and Edith and all other young girls of her social class.
But Sybil wouldn't be content with some wealthy husband and a title that meant nothing to her. Violet smiled, although there was no-one there to see her. Granted, she'd probably been the last one to approve of her granddaughter's choice of husband. If she ever had approved. And she'd definitely attempted to smooth off the countless rough edges she'd seen surrounding him by fabricating the truth when people asked questions. But Sybil had found happiness. With someone who she loved. Who loved her just as much.
She now understood that that was a blessing. A gift. That though Sybil's time with Tom had been brief, that at the age of 24 she had left everyone and everything all too quickly she had been granted an endless feeling of happiness during her days of marriage that she would be able to spend her life with someone who was perfect for her. Violet remembered how, as she watched her granddaughters grow up, she had seen that Sybil had always been happy. Unlike Mary and Edith she hadn't been engaged in a war everyday, or bothered of how she appeared to other people. She'd just been looking for happiness, and did whatever it took to find it.
You probably now what I'm gonna say, right? Reviews would be amazing, because I love to hear what you think. Also, who would you like me to take on next week? I can almost never decide.
