It was the 17th of September. Theodore had been holed up in his office nearly all day. Emily had taken a liking to running the estate almost as if she was his wife, and in a sense, she was more - she was his mate.
She enjoyed listening to the cook whine about the workload being too much, and yet he was adamant about not getting someone else to help him out, aside from his daughter.
She loved small chit chat with Cecilia who still worked at the estate. She even came to appreciate Mrs Steam’s strict work ethics. And she’d have to admit that there was so much she didn’t know about running an estate, she’d have long since failed at the mission had it not been for the old live-in housekeeper.
“I wonder what her secret is,” she heard a girl whisper in a way that indicated she wanted to be
