"Miss Stella Desford," announced the maid before stepping away from the door.
A young woman with chestnut hair stepped into the drawing-room. She wore a deep maroon, high collared and full-sleeved silk dress. There were golden buttons at the front of her dress.
"Good morning, Stella, I am so pleased to have you join me for breakfast," Marceline greeted the young woman, who was two years younger than the women present in the room.
Eve watched Marceline stand up and walk towards the woman to greet her with an airy kiss on each side of her face.
"How could I refuse the invitation by you?" The woman softly laughed, her voice sounding sweet and her manners refined. "I hope I am not late."
"Never too late. The seamstress is here, just as I promised. But she can wait until we finish our breakfast," Marceline offered a warm smile.
