CHAPTER FOUR
Rosanna spent half an hour in the kitchens, discussing the day’s menus with Mrs. Bates, who was still worried about providing meals for so many at such short notice.
“I’m sure I hope we’ll cope, my Lady,” she said eventually. “Supplies are being sent from the town and we have plenty of our own fruit and vegetables, of course. It’s just the special things the guests ask for which might be difficult to provide. And, of course, Sir Leonard did not keep a very extensive cellar. Sir Walter and the other gentlemen have already drunk several bottles of wine and brandy.”
Rosanna tossed back her long blonde hair that kept escaping its bonds.
“Just do your best, Mrs. Bates. I ask for no more,” she said. “I am hoping that they will soon be on their way home to London!”
When she left
