"Oh dear lord! What happened to her?" Bridget Featherstone looked like she had seen a ghost or something as Maxwell lowered Emelisse down on her bed. Her reaction was even worse than what he imagined it to be.
"What is happening, Maxwell?" Benedict demanded, his voice hard. Thankfully, his father was out of town and the little ones were fast asleep.
At least three less people to answer. However, judging by the expression on Benedict's and his mother's face, Maxwell was sure they would more than make up for the absence. And could he blame them? Her reputation would be jeopardized beyond words had anyone seen them or even just her sneaking out alone. And then there were servants. They always talk.
"Maxwell?" Benedict snapped and Maxwell was a bit surprised because he had never seen him
