This soup was clearly a lost cause by now.
Leslie let out a soft "Oh," visibly a bit disappointed. "Such a shame. Looks like only Uncle Reginald got to try it. Sorry, I'll go pour it out now."
Broderick grabbed her hand - this sort of thing wasn't for her to handle.
Turning to the maid nearby, his tone carried an edge of impatience. "Why are you still standing there? Get rid of the soup."
"Yes, sir," the maid snapped out of it and moved quickly.
"And wash my bracelet too, please."
When the maid returned, she handed the cleaned bracelet back to Leslie, who thanked her.
Then she held it out to Broderick. "Can you help me put it on?"
Everyone's eyes shifted their way.
Bethany watched Broderick take it and fasten it for her, and somehow, an unexpected twinge of env
