Chapter 15. Who Is The Mistress? II

Copper

I walked downstairs after my nap with the intent of going to the kitchen. Hopefully, there would be something I could drink. Kenny wasn't here. Sylvester had yet to come back, and I had no interest in creating small talk with the maid whose name I had yet to remember.

Not that I had an issue with her per se. We haven't even talked. Maybe we should. Maybe that would help put my mind at ease.

When I arrived at the last step, the front doors swung open and four men dressed similarly to my grandfather's butler marched inside. My jaw dropped.

They strode by both sides of a large trolley stacked high with gifts of all colours and sizes. They stopped in the middle of the foyer. I blinked. "Um..."

"Is something wrong, Miss?"

I jumped and held my arms up defensively. After seeing it was the maid from earlier, they went down. "Oh, nothing. But what is this?"

She stood close to me as her blue eyes took in the gifts. "These are the presents given by the guests at your wedding, Miss."

"Wow.