THE minute Amelia entered her room, she carefully lowered herself onto the edge of the bed, her hand brushing her forehead. But before she could even settle in properly, there was a soft knock on the door, followed by the slow creak as it opened.
“Amelia?” Mrs. Harlow’s familiar voice came through as she stepped in, her eyes darting to her daughter with concern. “Aren’t you enjoying his services now?”
Amelia raised her head and frowned in confusion.
“Who?”
Mrs. Harlow gave her a pointed look, stepping further inside.
“Ryan, of course. Look how he has lessened work for you. Always hovering around, carrying things, making sure you are comfortable. Don’t tell me you haven’t noticed.”
Amelia gave a small laugh, shaking her head as she leaned back against the headboard.
“Oh mommy, I’m
