In the present time...
Orson stood at the door with his hand still on his chest and the other hand behind him. Prudence creased her brows as she stood up from her seat, "What is wrong with the guest?" If the butler was the one bringing the news, then it must be something serious.
"Kindly follow me, Lady Prudence," Orson did not say anything more before turning to step away from the door.
Prudence looked at the empty hallway through the open door and her mind raced through many possibilities. She did not want to follow him and end up falling for some trick by Marzea. From what she had heard, Lady Marzea had gone ahead to greet the new guest and that only proved to her that the new guest was someone acquainted with her. Prudence looked at Nicola, who couldn't give her any advice on this matter.
