The hunt had begun.
Lord Harrow’s manor was a gilded cage, and she intended to pick every lock. spy mission a noble's maid guide
That was how Elara—now Mira—found herself kneeling on a cold flagstone floor, a coarse linen apron over her grey dress, receiving her first lesson from the Head Maid, a severe woman named Cora. The hunt had begun
She set down the wine pitcher and curtsied, a perfect, forgettable maid. spy mission a noble's maid guide
Mira was turning down the guest bedroom’s sheets when Lady Ashworth arrived unannounced. A furious, beautiful woman with diamonds at her throat and a letter clutched in her gloved hand. Mira froze behind the dressing screen, heart hammering.
The hunt had begun.
Lord Harrow’s manor was a gilded cage, and she intended to pick every lock.
That was how Elara—now Mira—found herself kneeling on a cold flagstone floor, a coarse linen apron over her grey dress, receiving her first lesson from the Head Maid, a severe woman named Cora.
She set down the wine pitcher and curtsied, a perfect, forgettable maid.
Mira was turning down the guest bedroom’s sheets when Lady Ashworth arrived unannounced. A furious, beautiful woman with diamonds at her throat and a letter clutched in her gloved hand. Mira froze behind the dressing screen, heart hammering.