The Viscountess had not troubled Seraphine for the following days after the tea party.
Good riddance, she thought.
No one had even bothered her except for the ongoing maids that bring food for her three times a day and tea with snacks once a day. The maids were still keeping their distance from Seraphine but she could not care less.
What had changed, however, was how the maids sometimes looked at Seraphine in curiosity instead of animosity. She could see it, that glint of wanting to know more instead of being scared of her. Perhaps her throwing tea act had gained her a bit more favor from the maids. That showed how the staff detested the Marchioness then.
There was one regular maid that kept coming back and fro to Seraphine's room. Her name was Merlinde. Judging from her freckles a
