Daphne manoeuvred through the crowd of people gathered in the kitchen, a tray of teacups balanced in her hands, and her keen eyes roaming over the cooks for any imperfections needing correcting.
“Do you need any help with that, Daphne?” asked Catherine, her assistant, as she walked out of the dining hall with an empty tray in hand.
Her tight bun was loose and messy from working so hard and she had a tired but determined look on her face that matched the one on Daphne's.
Breakfast time was always a busy and stressful time in the main house of the Shadow clan but Daphne had grown used to it after seven years of being in charge of running it. She had learned to love the noisy chatter and happiness of her people gathered together.
“No, but Trisha needs some help preparing the eggs." She r
