Shirley stood before the two young women with a vanilla folder in her hand. Her face glowed with excitement and nervousness. Violet and her friend were reclining on a cream-colored sofa waiting for her to speak.
"Your Grace, I have found someone I really think you should have a look. She has met all the requirements," Shirley began, "she's young, compassionate, and reliable..."
"Spare me the details, Shirley," Violet interrupted. "Let me see her file."
"Actually she's a daughter of an old friend of mine. I have no standard record of her but I do have her photos." She opened the folder and handed Violet the pictures. "All I can say is she's imperfectly perfect."
Florence raised her newly plucked eyebrows in amusement. She scooted over to peer at the photographs that the Duchess was now
