_Author's POV_
Nana Seraphine found out about the whole thing at noon.
She had been in the morning room of the Ashthorne mansion working through a stack of correspondence that had accumulated over the week, the kind of administrative task she found satisfying in the specific way that orderly progress through a list was satisfying. Her tea was fresh. The morning had been quiet and wonderful, unknown to her that her granddaughter was out almost killing herself.
One of the staff came in with the expression of someone who had been standing in the corridor for two minutes deciding whether to knock.
She knocked eventually.
She delivered the information about Rowena.
Nana Seraphine set down her pen and turned the TV on. Seeing Rowena, she almost had a heart attack.
She had
