Ophelia’s PoV
I was utterly surprised when my father and Luna brought the former duchess of Avon into our home. But since my father doesn’t say much, I guess the two had a deal of some sort, right?
“Greetings, madam. I hope everything is well accommodated for you. Suppose there’s anything that seems to be lacking. Please do say so I can inform the head maid to do something about it.” Erica Avon, the former duchess, smiled as she placed her cup of tea down on the table.
“Ah- lady Ophelia. Everything is in perfect order. I’m happy that my granddaughter is willing to care for an older woman like me. I’m sure Luna told you everything that happened.” I nodded.
“And I’m sorry that it happened to you. To think that you pretended to be a maid for the sake of coming to your daughter and son
