Chapter Seven
Lissa
I fought off wincing at the brush of my skirt against my sore a*s, lest I reveal to the Laurents and their remaining guests what had transpired between me and Garret in the woods. Mrs. Hummel caught me—and gave me a wink—but I ignored her while readying to take plates to the dining room.
Without extra hired hands for the evening, it fell to me to help Mrs. Hummel with dinner, and I feared what and who sat beyond the revolving door.
Face hot and body flaming, I pushed through, my focus on the tray I held and the side table where I would relieve myself of my burden. I didn’t peruse the table. Didn’t glance around to find Garret among the handful of people chatting and lightly laughing.
I felt his stare, though.
Shivers pebbled my skin, and I began serving one plate
