Johnathon POV
It was one of those mornings, where I wished that I had gone to work today. Being in Charlotte's presence was giving me a huge headache, even as I forced myself to smile and nod agreeably to everything she said, in hopes of getting her to quieten down. Thank goodness her crotchety grandfather was nowhere to be seen, but to be honest even he would have been preferable right about now.
"Mother" Charlotte whined, "the stupid maid got one of my dresses creased when she hung it up."
"Oh no," Karen said in dismay "Which dress? I'll organize to have it dried cleaned again. Your beautiful clothes, ruined" she said dramatically "all because of the bumbling actions of a stupid servant girl."
There were worse things in the world to worry about I thought nonchalantly. Creases in my
