Harriet’s POV
“Cmon Penelope. It’s not that hard to say is it?” I implored Penelope for the fifth time this morning.
“For the last time my lady. I have no recollection whatsoever of what you are asking me. Have you forgotten I have been here for just five years?” She replied exasperatedly.
I groaned before slapping my palm on my forehead.
“Why are you even asking ?” She asked as she continued washing the dishes, I had offered to help but she blatantly refused saying Lord Devon would kill her, whatever that meant.
I just shrugged, not wanting to tell her that Devon gave me an assignment that I had been so excited about, but it was getting to two days now and still no progress on the subject matter.
“I just want to find out more about him.” I stated innocently.
Penelope gave me
