It was the 3rd of September, and Emily was late again. Yes, she no longer had to come to the estate on foot - perks of dating the owner - and was instead back to using the bus.
Mrs Steams opened the door to her, and she could have sworn her eyes were chiding her despite the courteous nod she gave her in acknowledgment.
“Morning, Mrs. Steams,” she greeted her agreeably.
“Morning, Ms. Nill. Young master Theodore is waiting for his breakfast,” short, to the point, and kind of reprimand-full still.
Emily didn’t mind it. She just smiled at the elderly woman brightly and told her, “On it.”
She headed straight to the kitchen, got the tray ready, and then up the stairs she went.
She didn’t have the chance to knock on the door. Theodore opened the door to his room, a smile ready on his
