Mr. Jameson’s announcement that Ethan and Aidan Moretti were arriving sent the staff into overdrive. Millie scrubbed floors, vacuumed rugs, and avoided any room that might contain a Moretti. Her luck ran out at breakfast when Sheila assigned her to serving duty.
“No way,” Clara said after Millie filled her in. “So your one-night-stand guy is Aidan Moretti? And Ethan Moretti owns the house with the art room you reorganized? And Evan’s a Moretti too? Mills, that’s a record.”
Millie groaned and dropped her face into her hands. “I’m doomed. I can’t serve breakfast to those three tomorrow.”
Clara squeezed her shoulder. “Okay, breathe. Talk to Mr. Jameson. Maybe you can swap with Sandra. I’m already on kitchen duty.”
Millie found Mr. Jameson in the hall, barking orders at the staff like a ge
