The estate was quiet as usual at that time of night, but deep within the north wing, the silence was broken. This was because no one wanted to see an angry or upset Geneva. She was something else in those states, and for this evening, no sooner had she set her teacup down to enjoy the thought of her new future grandchild, when Erik's report had reached her.
Two figures, one trembling, the other too proud for their own good, had been shoved forward by Erik after he was given audience. The younger woman, a maid with downcast eyes and clenched fists, stumbled first.
This was the person who had tried to deter Alicia from getting into Brad's room. Behind her, another with smug arrogance tried to straighten her dishevelled shawl, which was the only thing she had managed to get to cover her almost naked body after she had taken off her clothes for Brad. This was Tammy.
