Lady Annalise's shoes clicked on the clean, marbled floor as she continued to walk in the corridor. On her way, she met the butler, and she raised her hand for him to come to her immediately.
"I want you to pull out one of the finest bottles from the cellar," Lady Annalise ordered.
"For yourself, milady?" inquired Alfie, and this received a glare from the woman.
"Do you think I will be drinking wine this early in the morning?" She raised her eyebrows.
"Um, Master Vincent— I mean yes, milady. I will pull out the wine," the butler bowed his head while biting his tongue so that he wouldn't ask any questions.
"I want you to pack it, and send it to Lady Margaret. Add a note that she looked beautiful in the gown that she wore to Mr. Wade's party," Lady Annalise informed on what to do. "Also add a bouquet. Only the smallest. The woman seems to hate flowers that are slightly bigger than two inch in one's finger."
