Chapter 12 - MORNING AT THE THORNE ESTATE
Back in Chicago, the morning sun poured golden light through the sheer curtains of Rory’s new guest suite.
Rory woke up slowly, blinking against the bright light and stretching her arms in a soft, comfortable bed.
For a moment, she expected to feel the cold, dusty floor of her uncle's back room and the hunger in her stomach.
Instead, the rich scent of freshly baked pastries and warm cocoa drifted gently up the grand staircase.
A kind-eyed elderly housekeeper named Martha entered the room carrying a tray with silver silverware and fresh fruit.
"Good morning, my sweet angel. Did you sleep well?" Martha asked with a warm, motherly smile.
Rory touched the pale yellow lace dress hanging on the wardrobe, her big eyes wide with disbelief.
"Is this really mine to keep, Mrs. Martha? Am I allowed to eat breakfast today?" Rory asked timidly.
Martha’s heart broke slightly at the question, but she smiled brightly and pulled the little girl into a gentle hug.
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"You can eat as much as you want, sweetheart, and you will never, ever be hungry again," Martha promised lovingly.
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