Chapter 32 How Dare George

• The clock struck 1 a.m., yet George was nowhere to be found. His work had ended hours ago, but his absence didn’t seem to bother anyone in the house—except maybe the silence itself.
• Eleanor Foster had long gone to bed, unwilling to entertain Sophia’s endless demands. I want this. I want that. That’s too sugary.
• Can you add salt? Massage my nails. The list never ended, and Eleanor had simply sighed, muttered something about not being a damn servant, and disappeared into her room.