She looked around the room, checking the paintings, the portraits, and anything that would attract her attention. She was waiting for the Count, hoping she could talk to him.
Then the door in his private parlor opened, but it was not him who entered the room. It was his butler, Arnold, who met with her. He did not seem pleased to find her waiting for the Count, judging from the expression on his face.
"Excuse me, Mrs. Richmond, but Count Julius will join you shortly. Would you like anything to drink?" He offered, but his tone sounded neither angry nor friendly.
"No, thanks, Arnold," Sarah politely responded to the older man, who stood like a statue by the door. "But thanks."
She could not help but be curious whether the man had something against her presence or if he was just born with that expression on his face. Come to think of it. She hardly saw him smile.
