The matchmaker was related to the Hollis family, so she naturally had Beatrice's best interests at heart. This distant niece of hers was pretty, but she was also arrogant and restless. She was getting older by the year; if this dragged on any longer, she'd really have trouble finding a husband.
Beatrice glanced over at the television. The brand-new screen was like a mirror, clearly reflecting her image. She also saw the bicycle parked by the door, which was obviously new as well. Her interest was piqued again, so she nodded. 'It's just a few quick sweeps anyway.'
After a brief moment, Raina picked up a broom and dustpan and handed them to Beatrice with a smile. Goldie Thorne was not happy about this and tried to stop Raina—it just wasn't right to make a guest do chores. But Byron Thorne smacked him and shot him a fierce glare, and Goldie didn't dare say another word.
