Chapter 382: The Mark and the Maids
Lyria's POV
A few minutes after Earl Hawthorne left my private chambers, my maids walked in.
Pippa pushed a small trolley with Debbie's assistance, a grin already spread across her face. The trolley was laden with covered dishes, and the moment the door opened, the pleasant aroma of warm food drifted into the chamber.
My stomach gave a small, traitorous rumble.
I pressed a hand against it.
Apparently, my body had recovered sufficiently from the shock of the Earl's visit to remember that it was hungry.
I was just about to enquire what they had brought when Bridget narrowed her eyes at me.
I paused.
Her expression was rather peculiar.
"W-what?" I asked. "Is s-something the m-matter?"
Bridget did not answer.
Margery, who had been standing beside her, glanced between us. Her brow furrowed.
Then she stopped.
She tilted her head to one side and studied me with an intensity that made me rather uncomfortable.
I stared back.
