Chapter Four
Katherine woke with the faintest bit of trepidation the next morning, blinking up at the smiling faces of Marie and Celeste. “Good morning, mademoiselle,” they chorused.
“Good morning,” Katherine replied uneasily. Though she longed to be awakened by her pretty little chambermaids, she cursed her weakness. She knew she should put her foot down, assert her authority and make sure nothing out of the ordinary might happen—yet she could not. Though her mind told her to stop while she was still able to, some nameless impulse within her would not be stilled.
As Katherine stretched herself slowly under their polite gaze, she almost thought that she had dreamed about the girls in the night. That thought made her tremble a little, uncertainly.
What would they do for her today she co
