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Scappatella [ Prologue ]
MAY 27 1912 | 2:00 am
The Midwife was been positioned in between the wide parted legs of the lady, encouraging and assisting her who was currently giving birth and was wholly drenching in bullets of sweats.
Her moaning sound of pain was muffled by a cloth in her mouth. She was in great suffering of delivering the baby. Her contorted face and gasping for strength were evedent that she was enduring the hardest part as a woman to experience.
They were only three people inside the basement room of the Mansion de Valeria. The midwife, the lady in labor and the other woman who was pacing back and forth in front of the bed.
The light from the candelabra's was illumininating the entire room. It was untidy and very much not preferable place for giving birth.
But they did not had any choice. It was the best place to hide the truth.
Someone would speculate if they did it in one of the rooms in the mansion or someway in the hospital. It would be the biggest scandal and dishonor to the Valerius family.
The basement room had cobwebs grubbily tasseled in the nooks of the ceiling, winking florescent lamps, a vase in a rounded table with books and other rubbish antiques.
In the far corner, there was the belongings of her quill, bottle of ink, canvas of finished and unfinished paintings, colors and brushes.
And the lady's collection of letters and poems that came from him was been stashed under the room for a year.
Another long muffled cry escaped from the lady until the ringing and sharpness cry of the baby was heard.
The other woman who was been walking nervously skidded to stop.
" Is it girl or boy? " She asked in an instant.
" It's a girl, Madame." The midwife bundled the baby with a white cloth as it continued weeping.
The sound of the newborn child would distrupt the sleeping heads above the tunnel room.
The lady with tears of joy, quiveringly reached for her child that was remain saturated with blood around its tiny and delicate body.
" What name can you give her? "
Madame asked her strong...
The Midwife was been positioned in between the wide parted legs of the lady, encouraging and assisting her who was currently giving birth and was wholly drenching in bullets of sweats.
Her moaning sound of pain was muffled by a cloth in her mouth. She was in great suffering of delivering the baby. Her contorted face and gasping for strength were evedent that she was enduring the hardest part as a woman to experience.
They were only three people inside the basement room of the Mansion de Valeria. The midwife, the lady in labor and the other woman who was pacing back and forth in front of the bed.
The light from the candelabra's was illumininating the entire room. It was untidy and very much not preferable place for giving birth.
But they did not had any choice. It was the best place to hide the truth.
Someone would speculate if they did it in one of the rooms in the mansion or someway in the hospital. It would be the biggest scandal and dishonor to the Valerius family.
The basement room had cobwebs grubbily tasseled in the nooks of the ceiling, winking florescent lamps, a vase in a rounded table with books and other rubbish antiques.
In the far corner, there was the belongings of her quill, bottle of ink, canvas of finished and unfinished paintings, colors and brushes.
And the lady's collection of letters and poems that came from him was been stashed under the room for a year.
Another long muffled cry escaped from the lady until the ringing and sharpness cry of the baby was heard.
The other woman who was been walking nervously skidded to stop.
" Is it girl or boy? " She asked in an instant.
" It's a girl, Madame." The midwife bundled the baby with a white cloth as it continued weeping.
The sound of the newborn child would distrupt the sleeping heads above the tunnel room.
The lady with tears of joy, quiveringly reached for her child that was remain saturated with blood around its tiny and delicate body.
" What name can you give her? "
Madame asked her strong...
