It was early morning at the Grant estate.
Eleanor looked beautiful in a silk dress and a single pearl necklace.
"Karen," Eleanor said, looking at her maid. "Tell the cook to prepare the herb-crusted lamb and the roasted root vegetables for tonight. It's Julian's favorite, and he will be here today."
"Yes, ma'am," Karen replied with a nod.
Suddenly, the clicking of high heels echoed against the marble. Catalina stepped into the room, looking perfectly polished.
She didn't even look at Eleanor; she looked straight at the maid.
"Actually, Karen, scratch the lamb," she said with a dismissive wave of her hand. "We're going to have the spicy seafood pasta and the creamed leeks instead. It's much more modern. Everyone will love it, trust me."
Karen froze, looking back and forth between the two women. The air in the room suddet turning cold.
