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Isabella

I stood in front of the large double doors of the manor. The wood was so familiar, as was the entire environment. It was so nostalgic standing there one more time. I reached out toward the door handle and slowly pulled it down, remembering the feel of the last time I did it.

I pushed the door open and stepped into the marble foyer. It was grand, pristine, and beautiful, just as I remembered. Above a small fountain stood a large chandelier made with gold and diamond crystals. I remembered the first time it was brought inside.

Father was standing by the stairs, watching the men wield it in different parts. They mounted their ladders and began to assemble it slowly. Eventually, after three days, they finished putting together the chandelier.

Frederick came out of the door to the left, which I remembered led to the dining and kitchen areas, as well as the walkway that led to the West Wing. "I remember when this was brought," I pointed at the fountain. "I must have been five.