Chapter 93
Winter gave way to spring as it always did, and again the gardens of the Malfoy manor were covered inn beautiful flowers in which the Mistress of the manor delighted.
Her smiles though were thin on the ground as her boy had returned to his new home and her husband was busy with his work.
Was it always going to be like this for her? Always waiting for them to return to her, or was she ever going to tale her life in to her own hands, before things got to late for her to change, but then again, they already had.
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