Jenna Ryker stepped out of her Mercedes flipping her hair over her shoulder. Minutes later a servant hurried out to collect the luggage stuffed in the trunk while another moved to the driver’s side ready to park the vehicle. Paying neither of them any mind she strutted to the front door where Joseph greeted her with a respectful bow.
“Hello, Miss.”
Jenna shrugged out of her coat for him to take, “Has Silas arrived yet?”
“Yes. He arrived thirty minutes ago,” Joseph informed. “Dinner will be in an hour.”
“Fine. Show me to my room so I can prepare.”
“Very well.”
She spared no glance to the maids as they passed nor cared for their whispered conversation about unusual guests. It didn’t matter to her. The only thing that mattered was catching Silas’s eye.
They had known each other since
