Evening rolled on and Zoe was instructing the servants to clean up the manor after the party. Her waist was sore from all that work.

Taking a half-hour bath didn’t seem to help with it either. Then, she went downstairs to have dinner. Layla asked her sheepishly, “Should we wait until Mr. Mason comes back?”

Then, the clock struck seven times. Apparently, it was seven o’clock now. She responded lightly, “Serve dinner. We’re not waiting for him!”

Layla knew her mistress was in a foul mood. So, s