Katherine was busy preparing for the symposium, yet no matter how many times she went over her checklist, an unsettling feeling nagged at her.
Something was missing.
She had even consulted Aunt Yevon about it, only to receive an assuring wave of the hand. "Everything is taken care of, dear. Including a personal maid for you once you leave."
Which, fine, was great and all.
But what stood out was how pleased Aunt Yevon had looked when she said it. Unusually pleased. Suspiciously pleased.
Has Aunt Yevon ever been this enthusiastic about hiring staff before?
Katherine tapped her quill against the parchment. Maybe her aunt had finally found a new hobby: matchmaking between mistresses and maids.
Before she could dwell on the oddity, a knock at the door interrupted her thoughts.
"Come in."
Philemon stepped inside, offering a polite bow.
"Lady Katherine, I hope I am not disturbing you."
"Not at all," she replied, setting down her parchment.
