Amelia’s POV
During the day, when I wasn’t arguing with the house wives, I tried to find other ways to keep myself busy. I read a lot, or learned to bake new recipes in the kitchen. The cook was very patient with me, and even helped me with some of the harder recipes.
As time went on, more and more, I began to notice that the girls were appearing around the corner of doorways or sometimes walking straight into whatever room I was in. They were supposed to be taking part in their tutoring lessons at this time. It seemed like one or the other was always sneaking away to peek in on me.
At some point, I started taking notes, writing times in the margins of my book or on my recipe cards. I marked how often I saw them and when.
At the end of the day, as the girls were relieved from their st
