"Hardly," she commented too quick. Taking in a breath, she cleared her throat and forced the smile back. "I moved in earlier last week. It's such a massive manor and I want my room to reflect the purity of the house, but still be identifiable as my own. And I'd gladly appreciate the assistance. I know Father would love to have you visit the house and I'd really appreciate any help you can give. I don't have...the woman's touch, so they'd say. Mother always scorned me for this but never tried to help much," she admitted to the woman. It was primarily true. Except, her Mother was constantly trying to get Bayleigh to act lady like when the time called for it. She missed the days of her childhood when she was flying on the front of her Mother's broom for hours with her behind her, happy.
Those days were long gone. Forcing the minor heartache away, she smiled once again.