Chapter 107

• Charlotte slipped through the Carter Mansion's grand foyer; marble floors gleamed under chandeliers, portraits of stern ancestors frowning down. Spotting Maria, the head maid, dusting a side table, Charlotte waved casually. "Maria—Grandpa Wendell around?"
• Maria bobbed a quick curtsy, the cloth pausing. "Yes, ma'am—in his study. He's been there since dinner."
• Charlotte nodded thanks, veering left down the oak-paneled hall—doors heavy-carved, rugs muffling her steps. Study door loomed at the end, brass handle cool under palm. She twisted it gently, pushing in.