I Accidentally Became Duke Lysander’S Mistress
SERVE THE ROYAL TABLE!?
Mrs. Weathering
Spare me the excuses. This isn’t some countryside inn where you roll out of bed whenever the rooster crows. This is Everhart Estate. You are expected to move before the sun does.
Evelyn Blackwood
(Right. Next time I’ll rise with the moon and bow to the stars while I’m at it.) (ಠ_ಠ)
Mrs. Weathering
You’ve already embarrassed yourself once today. Let’s not make it a habit.
She circled Everlyn like a hawk sizing up its prey, arms folded tight across her chest.
Mrs. Weathering
Since you’re clearly in need of a reminder of your place, I’ve decided you’ll be serving breakfast this morning.
Evelyn Blackwood
*blinking* Serving… who?
Mrs. Weathering
*with relish* Lady Josephine.
She’s dining outside this morning with her guests. You’ll take the silver tray to her. With a smile. Without spilling a single drop.
Evelyn Blackwood
(Great. Nothing says ‘fresh meat’ like sending the new girl to face a lion’s den in a lace apron.)
Mrs. Weathering
Her brother, Lord Sebastian, will be with her. As well as Lady Lilian, Lady Octavia, and Lady Beatrice Alden. If you drop so much as a fork, I’ll personally see you cleaning the stables until winter.
The words hit her like ice water.
“Lady Josephine.”
“Lord Sebastian.”
“Lady Octavia.”
“Lady Beatrice Alden.”
Each name landed heavier than the last.
Evelyn Blackwood
*internally, wide-eyed* She wants me to serve them? 90% of the royal table?
Her grip on the edge of her apron tightened. The blood drained from her face faster than a leaky teacup.
She wasn’t just being sent to deliver breakfast, she was being thrown into the court of wolves, and the queen of them all was none other than Lady Josephine Alden herself.
The room had fallen deathly silent. Even the crackling toast stopped crackling.
Evelyn Blackwood
(Oh, perfect. Of all the people in this estate, it just had to be her. The girl whose shoes probably cost more than my father’s entire salary.)
Evelyn Blackwood
(This morning really is cursed (╥_╥)
Evelyn Blackwood
*Awkward smile* Understood, ma’am 😁
Mrs. Weathering
*Coldly* We’ll see about that.
Moments later, with a tray balanced in both hands and nerves wrapped tightly beneath her uniform, Everlyn stepped into the sunlit terrace…
The silver clinked as the great doors opened before her, and she walked straight into the circle of nobility.
And so, the performance began.
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