Instead of heading to her room, Ruelle quickly returned to the carriage and climbed inside.
"Where are your gloves?" Mrs. Belmont asked when she noticed Ruelle's bare hands.
"I couldn't find them," Ruelle lied. "I will need to buy a new pair."
She had barely finished wrapping the loose ends of her scarf around her hands when a pair of gloves was suddenly placed in front of her. She looked at her stepmother.
"I don't need you falling sick while under our care," Mrs. Belmont said before placing the gloves firmly on her lap.
Ruelle stared at them for a moment before she wore them. The carriage began to move, the wheels grinding against the snow-covered road. She turned her head to the window, watching the world blur past.
