THE LIBRARY
It had taken her less than three hours after arrival to find the library and from that moment she'd barely left it, squeezing herself into a small corner with a comfortable chair, Elizabeth Cain sat and read. Not just the books that were in the library but her own as well. There was something quiet and tranquil about the library that she just adored and it made her feel as at home as she could considering she was surrounded by strangers.
She'd managed thus far to avoid interacting with many of them, the conversation in the car having set her a little ill at ease on the basis that she was already expecting the others to be weirded out by her and her siblings and she was half expecting to be teased about her accent or... hair or whatever it was people teased each other about.
She'd seen a few people in the kitchen and someone out by the pool deck as she'd headed to the library to begin her day of reading and studying and had hovered awkwardly in the hopes that she might speak to someone, or be noticed and get spoken to, but the longer that didn't happen, the more difficult it got until she turned on her heel and pretty much made a bee-line for the library.
It felt welcoming, if that was even possible for a room to feel that way. She felt safe inside the huge room and as she settled in one of the comfortable chairs that she had pretty much claimed as her own, she pulled out a book of her own - George Orwell's 1984. It was grim reading, true, but in her bag she also had Adolux Huxley's Brave New World that she intended on starting after this. At least here things felt kind of normal.
Or as normal as it could be considering the strained family relationships and history that this Manor was steeped in, most of it she barely even knew.