Author's POV
The afternoon sun cast long shadows across the Holt estate as tension crackled through the air like static electricity.
"This tea is all wrong! Margaret, can't your staff follow simple instructions? Or are you deliberately trying to drive me away?" Rose Holt's voice rang sharp through the sitting room.
Margaret rushed forward, her carefully maintained composure cracking. "Rose, you know I would never—I'll have them prepare fresh tea immediately!"
Ever since Rose had moved into the main house, Margaret had been walking on eggshells. The former Luna had exacting standards—her tea had to be premium Silver Needle white tea, brewed at precisely 175 degrees. Any deviation resulted in complaints.
And it wasn't just the tea. Every meal, every arrangement, every small
