Beatrice's palms were damp with sweat; her fingers were curled in a fist at her sides as she kept her head bowed. But, inside, she was seething.
That girl is troublesome! She thought while gritting her teeth,.
Hadn't I told her to wait and greet madam? And now I'm the one taking the scolding!
For a brief moment, she stole a glance at Edgar, and sure enough, the old steward looked entirely too pleased with himself. He wasn't even addressing the issue; his mind was elsewhere. Beatrice had served alongside him long enough to know when he was scheming, but right now,.
Before Lilian could berate her again, a voice rang from the door.
"Madam Beatrice, we have found..."
Beatrice's head snapped up, her heart leaping with hope. Finally!
But the moment the speaker stepped into the room, dragging Mira behind her, all her hopes came crashing down.
It wasn't Liora; instead of her, it was Mira.
