"Those are the clothes the Young Master likes," the servant answered matter-of-factly. What she wore was not decided by her own preferences, but by Thomas Shannon's. As a maid, this was a duty she had to observe. Especially since… she was a woman connected to the Young Master. She should take even more care to dress according to his preferences.
Sophie Sullivan said nothing, nor did she show any intention of putting on the clothes. She entered the bath chamber and shut the door. The water in the bathtub had already been drawn. She removed her shirt and stepped in. The water temperature was comfortable, and the essential oils had a soothing effect on her nerves. The fragrance of roses drifted delicately through the air.
