~HARRIET’S POV~
Aware of the general civility that Mistress Fitzer possesses, it is indisputably unjust to hold her accountable for something which I know she’s not capable of committing.
“The mere task of even mentioning the disgraceful charge to her gets me all keyed up,” I mumble, walking towards the kitchen.
Momentarily, I am relieved of the anguish of accomplishing the invidious task as I am not able to locate Mistress Fitzer anywhere in both the kitchen or the dining hall. Defeated, I approach the idlest one in the pack, Delta Antony, to inquire about the same. Though a torpid fool, he manages to gather information on everyone and everything at the estate.
“Have you seen Mistress Fitzer?” I question the lazybones about the concerned person’s whereabouts.
“What will I receive
