Ella navigated the winding roads of the Upper District, the carriage rattling over cobblestone streets. She passed grand estates and manicured gardens, the scent of blooming flowers and fresh cut grass filling the air. As she approached Lord Ryker's estate, she felt a flutter in her chest. Deliveries to the nobles' homes often meant dealing with haughty servants and exacting standards.
Upon arrival, Ella was greeted by Lord Ryker's steward, a stern-looking man named Mr. Jenkins. "Ah, the bakery's delivery. Right on time, I see. Bring the pastries to the kitchen, and let's get this over with."
Ella followed Mr. Jenkins, her eyes scanning the opulent decor. She had never been inside a noble's home before, and the grandeur left her breathless. In the kitchen, she carefully arranged the pastries on a silver platter, as instructed.
Just as she finished, Lord Ryker himself strode into the kitchen. "Ah, excellent timing. I see you've brought the pastries. Leave them, and I'll take care of the rest."
Ella curtsied, trying to hide her surprise. "Yes, milord."
As she turned to leave, Lord Ryker's gaze lingered on her. "Wait. You're the new apprentice from the bakery, aren't you?"
"Yes, milord. Ella's the name."
Lord Ryker's eyes narrowed slightly. "I've not seen you around before. How long have you been working at the bakery?"
Ella's instincts prickled. Why would a noble care about her employment history? "About a year, milord."
The tingling sensation in her fingers returned, stronger this time. Ella discreetly rubbed her hands against her apron, trying to shake off the feeling.
Lord Ryker's expression turned thoughtful. "I see. Well, Ella, I have a special request. I'll be hosting a dinner party tonight, and I require a custom cake. Something...exceptional. Can you deliver it by sundown?"
Ella's mind whirred. A custom cake on short notice? "I'd need to check with Master Thompson, milord. But I'm sure we can—"
"I'll make it worth your while," Lord Ryker said, his voice low and persuasive. "Name your price."
The offer sent a shiver down Ella's spine. What did Lord Ryker want from her? And why did she feel like she was stepping into something much larger than herself?
*To be continued...*