The Head Butler walked with professional poise as he carried the silver tray filled with assorted light refreshments for one to the living room. With each light footstep he did, he tried to find the best excuse. Fortunately, young Johnathan had not uttered a single word, enabling him to have endless possibilities of excuses.
He peeped through the slight openings between the wooden slatted divider and saw the blonde-haired man flipping through the channels aimlessly. Although Sir Rafael appeared to be restless, the raging uncontrollable beast had clearly subsided.
Given the Head Butler's age and experience, he knew what he needed to do. But the question he was asking himself was, who should he please?
If he wanted to please and at the same time, ease Sir Rafael's anxiety, he could easily convince the Young Miss to allow Young Master Freddie to play with the 'fun uncle'.
