Mrs. Blackwood: Lord Impaler by Ivy Wayne

Author:Ivy Wayne [Wayne, Ivy & Wayne, Ivy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2023-12-11T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 15

The Colonial House

Coralie cut herself some fresh apple slices, added a few grapes into a small bowl of vanilla yogurt, and added some granola. She poured herself a glass of milk and sat at the silver granite kitchen island.

The bistro chairs were oak, while the chair backs and seat cushions were sage green with brown tree designs. In front of her was a carved-in sink, and beside that was a wooden stand to hold bananas.

The kitchen was massive, just like all the other rooms in the house. The walls and ceilings were pure white, and even the wood cabinets were painted the same light colour. The countertops formed an L-shape around the back and side walls, with stainless steel appliances on her right.

By the double stove was a glass vase with wildflowers, and the microwave was hidden in a white wooden compartment attached to the cabinets. Even the dishwasher was hidden behind a white cabinet door by the sink, where three tall guillotine windows displayed the magnificent trees leading to the private lake.

Above her head, Coralie noticed an elegant vintage chandelier made of cast iron. She looked around and wondered why a vampire would require such a vast kitchen when she heard noises coming from the stairs. Two people entered the kitchen and greeted her with big smiles and hellos.

“My name’s Leeann. You are?” A blonde girl asked with a bright smile on her face.

Coralie was about to answer with a smile of her own but was cut short.

“She’s Mrs. Blackwood,” a young man answered by the girl’s ear.

He had a judgmental look in his eyes as he stared at Coralie, mostly from her chest to her head.

“Oh, let’s leave her alone, then,” Leeann said and sounded slightly disappointed.

Because Coralie was Bruce’s wife, she was to be treated with respect, which had her question their behaviour. The two friends ignored her from that point on and opened the refrigerator to grab themselves glasses of orange juice, preparing their breakfast around her.

Soon after, toast popped up, and jars of peanut butter, marmalade, and chocolate spread open, as other people arrived, the kitchen quickly became a mess.

People seemed to act differently around her. They didn’t seem as compassionate as they were the other day. She had a nervous breakdown. Coralie was an introverted woman. An author and blogger by choice, she lived a solitary and quiet life.

Although she was thankful the whole cohort went to sit down in the dining area, leaving her alone at the kitchen island, she wondered why their behaviour had changed so radically when she hadn’t seen them since the morning before.

Sarah, whatever you do will not work if you can hear me. I am not going anywhere.

Some would have said Coralie was paranoid, but her job had helped her develop a very observant eye for depicting human behaviour. People don’t change that drastically in such a short amount of time. Those people were very hurt to see her cry the morning before, and now they were deliberately ignoring her.

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