CHAPTER THREEAlena cooked breakfast for her brother and he then rushed off saying he had an idea about the servants.
“I was thinking of going to the Agency,” Alena had said.
“You can go this afternoon if I fail, but I have an idea that I know will please you if it comes off.”
He would not say anymore to her, but left his sister curious as he hurried out of the house.
Already the men from the firm Robin had engaged to begin the restoration of the house had arrived.
Alena insisted that they worked on the kitchen first.
“I absolutely refuse,” she thundered, “to cook any more in that dirty place. It only wants soap and water to make it usable even if it’s not very pretty.”
“It must all be renovated properly,” Robin agreed, “otherwise the servants we employ will not think it good enough
