Eventually, Monika could find no reason to remain in the workroom.
The clothes had been inspected, the few loose threads dealt with, and every garment folded. She had spent far longer over them than the task required. If she continued staring at the finished stack, someone would soon come looking for her, and she did not want to explain why an ordinary duty had taken most of the morning.
She placed Ulrich's clothes in a basket and carried them upstairs.
It was noon. He was probably at lunch, which made this a suitable time to put everything away in his dressing room. Normally, she would have attended him at the table, unless another task required her elsewhere. Today she had purposefully allowed those other tasks to occupy her.
Fabian would be there. As Ulrich's personal butler, he could see to whatever the Count needed during the meal.
