A blessing it was to sit among the lot, adding her hands to the deck and work for the shared joy that was to come their way.
By all means, it was her wedding, but everyone seemed so eager, so ready to serve and with big, bright smiles at that.
Arabella had the inkling that most of them weren't doing it for her but for Silas instead.
They worked under him and his mother for far longer than they'd ever known she existed. Seeing the way their servants practically bent over backwards for them solidified the idea that the Eleazars were a delight to work for.
The young woman felt guilty for ever questioning how kind and giving they were. The doubts that had crept through her the first few days living there were so unfunded… So far away from the mark that she wished to put as much distance between herself and her memories of ever thinking that way about them.
