Lucy pulled her hair into a loose bun and tied the string of her oversized shirt. She sighed quietly as she heard the soft knock on her door.
“Yes?” she called out.
A maid stepped in slightly. “Mr. Barry asked that you come down for breakfast, Miss.”
Lucy blinked. “Now?”
The maid gave a small nod before disappearing down the hall.
Lucy rolled her eyes. Of course, he sent someone to summon her like she was some guest at a royal court. She didn’t want to go. She didn’t want to see him. Not after what happened last time. Since that day in his office, she had done everything she could to avoid Barry, slipping through hallways, sneaking through the kitchen, even switching shifts at the club just to help behind the bar.
Still, she couldn’t refuse the call. With a deep breath, she slipped o
