"Young Master, lean on me a bit."
The words had just left the maid's mouth when-swish-the bathroom door swung open. Celeste walked right in, her expression calm but unmistakably dominant, staring straight at the maid.
"I'll handle it," she said coolly. "He's more used to me doing these things."
The maid blushed. "Mrs. Harper, that's not really-"
"The water's too cold. Adjust it. You don't need to worry about the rest."
Celeste dipped her hand into the tub casually, her tone light like this was just routine.
The maid glanced at Ethan, but he didn't look like he intended to step in for her. Helplessly, she turned around and started fiddling with the faucet.
Celeste smiled a little and leaned in to whisper, "Play along, will you? You're not exactly light."
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