Aurelia was no stranger to this; there was only ever one mistress of the house. It used to be her mother, but now it was that woman, Clara Philips. The servants were quick to adapt, and they wouldn't risk offending the current mistress for the sake of a disfavored young lady like her.
After waiting a while longer and seeing no one coming down from the second floor, Aurelia couldn't stand it any longer. She grabbed her phone and dialed Mason Nightshade's number.
The phone only rang once before it was picked up, and a man's deep, magnetic voice came through the receiver. Though it was just a simple word: "Hello."
Mason glanced at his phone, realizing how late it was. Seeing her call, he knew she must have been getting impatient.
Indeed, getting her to wait so obediently for this long was already quite an achievement.
