<p><strong>Prologue</strong></p><p>The sun dipped low on the horizon casting a golden hue over the</p><p>sprawling estate of Hawthorne Manor. Lady Eleanor Hawthorne</p><p>with her fiery auburn curls dancing in the gentle autumn breeze</p><p>stood beneath the old willow tree that had witnessed countless</p><p>moments of her life-moments of laughter joy and secrets. </p>