Chapter 8
I headed downstairs, the girls promising to follow me in a short while. As I passed the kitchen, Webb hurried by with a tray of highball glasses and unidentifiable hors d'oeuvres.
“Where is everyone?” I asked.
He tipped his head towards the parlor. “The ladies are settled in there, while the senator, Mr. Huntington, and Mr. Graham are in the study.” He turned away with a distracted air. “Excuse me, miss.”
I couldn’t help but sympathize. The new staff had barely gotten settled before having to orchestrate a dinner affair.
I hesitated in the corridor. Should I wait for Claudine and Anna before heading to the parlor? It would spare me the sole burden of tedious conversation with the matrons. I lingered near Cullom’s study, staying in sight of the main stairs. Webb was coming ou
