EVERYTHING looked brilliant in the early morning sun. Sunbeams streamed through the open windows, and there was a radiant glow in the dining room. The room was noiseless, and it was only rattling with spoons and forks hitting the plates. Dozens of butlers, maids, and chefs were standing and lining near the wall. They watched their masters savoring the food served on the table without uttering a single word or compliment for the chefs' cooking. Duchess Bridget and her daughter Lady Dakota were having their breakfast in peace.
Suddenly, a messenger interrupted their breakfast. She had this worried look on her face. When she got the permission to come close, the messenger whispered some words to the Duchess. There was a big commotion of news that Young Lord Damien and his knights were heading back to the estate. It seemed like they had found Little Lady Grace, who had been missing for three months.
