The Mysterious Melancholy of Lily Pottinger

Lilly, a young orphan gets the chance of a lifetime when she gets a job as a scullery maid in the O'Laery Mansion, but Lily is no ordinary child, strange things are happening all around her and they couldn't all be a coincidence. In this tale of melted chocolate, Magic and a mysterious locket, will Lily find the truth before the truth finds her? Read on to find out. New chapter every Sunday.


3. Chapter 2 : The Letter

Chapter 2

The Letter

I dashed up the stairs, right up to the attic, where I had my own private little room (formerly shared with Rebekah) and looked myself up and down in the cracked mirror on my wall. I had mud and straw all over my old grey pinafore and in my hair and my skin was caked in a thin layer of dirt.

I looked around for my hairbrush and couldn't see it so started opening drawers in the little bedside chest that held the few items I owned, I opened the last drawer and there it was, the letter that my mother had left the day Madam Beatrice found me.

I carefully untied the ribbon and opened the wrinkled, delicate envelope and slipped its precious treasure into the palm of my hand. I ran my skinny fingers over the dainty flowers inscribed on the pretty locket, I turned it over in my hands and looked and the initials inscribed on the back "JLM" my mother.

I tried to open the locket and I failed miserably, I'd tried before, in fact I'd tried a million times but it's just impossible to open, it's like it's charmed or something.

The latch was broken long ago so I couldn't wear it but I treasured it all the same.

I carefully took the letter out of the envelope and smelt it, after twelve years it still smelt of lilies and perfume, what a wonderful smell. I read the letter aloud to myself,

"By the time you read this I will most likely be far away, I love you so much my darling and I miss you so, but the choices I made where for your own safety, I hope wherever you are, you are safe and happy and that whoever found you has loved and nurtured you.

I promise you that we will meet again someday and that I will find you.

Your dearest mother JLM"

"That's beautiful"

I jumped and looked up at the sound of Rebekah's voice.

"How long have you been standing there?" I asked

"About five minutes, I came up to see if you needed help getting ready,"

"Oh, okay, thank you,"

"My pleasure"

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