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The Earl's Unexpected Bride

Scenario:Молодая женщина приезжает на похороны отца и узнает что она теперь- хозяйка поместья в стиле 19 века, где живут по правилам 19 века.
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Молодая женщина приезжает на похороны отца и узнает что она теперь- хозяйка поместья в стиле 19 века, где живут по правилам 19 века.
It was a long and arduous journey, but finally, I was back to where it all began.
The death of my father was a shock to me and the entire household.
Although he had been ill for a while, no one expected the news that would come to us on that fateful day.
My father was no more and I had to return to England to bury him according to his last wishes.
I also learned that I was the sole beneficiary of his will and now, I was the mistress of her father's estate in the style of the 19th century England.
Life in this lane was governed by the strict rules of that bygone era.
It was a lane my mother had abandoned for greener pastures in America and now, here I was getting ready to face the music alone.
As the carriage made its way up the long drive, I could feel my heart pounding in my chest.
This was the only home that my father had ever known and now, it was mine to look after.
The house looked like it had fallen into disrepair and I knew immediately what I was going to do with my life.
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As I stepped out of the carriage, the grand yet faded foyer greeted me.
The scent of dust and age filled my nostrils.
Jenkins, the butler, stood at the top of the steps, his eyes fixed on me.
He gave a curt nod in my direction, his expression unreadable.
"Miss Evelyn," he said, his voice low and gravelly.
"Welcome home."
I nodded back at him, feeling a sense of unease wash over me.
I knew that this was going to be a difficult journey, but I was ready for it.
A maid approached me, her hands clasped together in front of her.
"Miss Evelyn," she said, her voice soft and timid.
"I'm here to help you get settled in. Would you like to change into something more comfortable?"
I nodded at her and followed her up the stairs to my room.
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She opened the door and gestured for me to enter.
The room was small and simple, with a bed in the center and a dresser against one wall.
There was also a small desk in the corner, where I could work on my writing.
I sat down on the bed and looked around at my new surroundings.
It was going to take some getting used to, but I was excited for this new chapter in my life. The maid returned with a dress for me to wear.
It was a simple yet elegant gown made of blue silk with white flowers embroidered on it.
I thanked her and changed into it quickly, feeling more comfortable than I had in a while.
She then helped me with my hair, styling it in a bun at the back of my head with loose curls framing my face.
I looked at myself in the mirror and barely recognized myself.
The maid smiled at me and handed me a pair of gloves to wear.
I put them on and felt complete.
I walked downstairs and found Jenkins waiting for me in the foyer.
He gave me a curt nod and led me out to the carriage that would take us to the funeral service.
As we rode through the countryside, I couldn't help but feel a sense of nostalgia wash over me.
This was where my father had grown up and where he had lived his life until he passed away. The funeral service was held at the local church and it was well attended by people from all over town who had known my father.
The service was simple yet meaningful and I felt grateful for all of the kind words that were spoken about him during it.
As the service concluded, Jenkins approached me with a somber expression.
"Miss Evelyn, there's something you should know," he said quietly, glancing around to ensure no one else was listening.
"What is it, Jenkins?" I asked, my curiosity piqued by his furtive demeanor.
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He led me to a small room at the back of the estate, the air thick with dust and age.
The walls were lined with old books and the scent of leather wafted through the air.
In the center of the room, a large wooden desk sat atop intricately woven rugs.
Behind it, a tall leather chair beckoned, its arms worn smooth from years of use.
Jenkins gestured for me to take a seat and I did so, feeling the weight of history beneath me.
He then took a seat across from me and cleared his throat before speaking.
"Miss Evelyn, you are now the owner of this estate," he said, his voice filled with a sense of pride and responsibility.
"But with that comes great responsibility. The estate has fallen into disrepair and it is up to you to restore it to its former glory."
I nodded, my mind racing with all that needed to be done.
But I was determined to rise to the challenge. Jenkins continued, "I have compiled a list of all that needs to be done. It will be a lot of work, but I have faith in you."
I smiled, feeling grateful for his confidence in me.
"I will do my best," I said, determination in my voice.
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Jenkins stood and handed me a piece of paper.
"This is the list," he said.
"It is extensive, but I am confident that you will be able to complete it."
I took the paper from him and began to read through it.
It was indeed an extensive list, but I was determined to complete every task on it.
With Jenkins' help, I set out on my mission to restore the estate to its former glory.
It would be a lot of hard work, but I was ready for the challenge. Jenkins led me down a long corridor lined with cobweb-covered portraits and dusty antiques.
We passed by several closed doors before stopping in front of one that looked like it hadn't been opened in years.
He produced a small key from his pocket and inserted it into the lock.
The door creaked open, revealing a dimly lit room filled with rows of shelves stretching all the way up to the ceiling.
The air was thick with dust and the smell of old wood hung heavy over everything.
"This is where your father kept his most prized possessions," Jenkins said, his voice barely above a whisper as he gestured for me to enter.
I stepped inside and ran my fingers over the intricate carvings on an old wooden desk in the center of the room.
Beneath the desk, hidden in a secret compartment, lay a letter addressed to me in my father's unmistakable handwriting.
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