manderley

I arrived at Manderley, the estate's grandeur took my breath away, its opulence a stark reminder of the wife who once adorned it. Within those walls, I felt the presence of the late Rebecca de Winter, whose name was etched into every corner of the house, every whisper of the wind, every gaze of the staff. It was as though the ghost of the ebullient Rebecca hovered, casting a shadow on my joy.