"How much did she give away?"
Grayson's sharp voice on the other end left the butler feeling the full weight of the pressure.
"Quite a lot, sir. The young mistress said she didn't care for any of it and handed it over to her sister."
A pause followed. Silence stretched on the other end.
The butler could practically feel the storm building behind it.
"She gave away things I bought for her. To another woman." Grayson's fury was unmistakable, laced with genuine disappointment.
"Burn it. If she doesn't like it, burn the whole set."
"Which pieces, sir?"
"Whatever Bianca took." The order came flat and cold.
"Understood." The butler nodded and started making arrangements.
Before he could even acknowledge further, the line went dead.
Burn it rather than let another woman walk away with
