The possibility of securing a more permanent arrangement offered a fragile sense of escape from Beaumont's control.
"If you impress him enough, maybe this arrangement can be more permanent, and you can get away from Beaumont." Jane added.
"I hope so," Livia sighed wistfully, her gaze drifting toward the window, searching for a future beyond her reach. Her moment of quiet reflection was interrupted by a gentle knock. Before she could respond, the door opened and two servants entered, carrying trays and linens. Livia recognized them as the maids she had worked alongside only a few days earlier when she was still responsible for scrubbing floors and laundering sheets.
One of them placed a neatly arranged breakfast on the small table near the window. Fresh bread, butter, stewed apples, and a pot of tea.
