Chapter 9
One of the strangest things about living in Miss Zenobia Weekes' Charm School for Exceptional Young Ladies was how Mr. Trevor was very seldom seen, and yet always knew just what we needed. Or, more accurately, just what we were about to need.
Case in point: when Sophie and I came in the house we were both starving but knew there wouldn't be time to cook anything. We really needed to check in with Brianna in the cellar right away and see how her tests were going.
So we weren't exactly surprised to see a plate stacked high with turkey sandwiches still warm enough to emit little curls of steam. Not surprised, but deeply grateful. Sophie scooped up the platter, and I grabbed napkins and plates, and we carried it all through the solarium and out the back door then down the steep wo
