daughter. Emma rested her cheek against the palm of her hand as she stared out the window. Her father Mr. William Towers was a gentleman. Not a gentleman of much consequence, but yet he was still a gentleman with an estate. The estate wasn’t the largest in all of England but it was still beautiful. It was called Windsor Creek. There was a large two story home, with lush and scenic grounds surrounding it. Emma loved to walk the grounds. There were many ponds, and small patches of forests. If she stood on the very edge of her father’s estate she could see Barre Manor very vividly.

Emma walked up to her father who was sitting in his chair by the fireplace, reading a book that seemed to be amusing him very much.

“Father, can you tell me of Barre Manor?” Mr. Towers suddenly looked up from his book. His face was covered in a look of pure surprise, and even a little worry.

“Why do you want to know of that place? Everything about it reeks of wickedness!”

“Father, please.” Mr. Towers looked at his lovely daughter. She had curly brunette hair, a nose that was slightly snubbed at the end, soft and sweet lips, and eyes that shone from happiness. Mr. Towers sighed. How could he say no to his only child, who was so beautiful. he did not deserve such a perfect daughter.

“Alright, Emma.” Emma smiled and settled down into a chair across from her father.