Agnes arrived an hour later to help her prepare.
"Good morning, my lady."
Eve surveyed her as she sat in bed, her arms crossed under her breasts.
Agnes did look a lot like herself, she thought, but not entirely.
Before she could comment, Agnes gasped loudly, covering her mouth. "What happened to your vanity table, my lady?"
Eve looked away, flushing crimson. "It was a minor accident."
Agnes hurried to her side. "A minor accident? Are you hurt anywhere?"
Everetta gulped. "No. It wasn't severe enough to inflict any bodily harm."
Agnes let out a sigh of relief. "I will have it tidied right away." And she was off.
Eve let out a very long sigh of relief. The usually-perceptive Agnes was clueless…
The thought made her smile.
Agnes returned shortly with three maids who all carried cleaning utensils.
In no time, the room was restored back to order and she was dressed for breakfast.
When she arrived at the dining table, it really dawned on her that he had gone.
