"Chief Steward Henry Taylor..." She turned her head towards the door.
Henry Taylor was standing by the doorway of the dining room. Hearing her call, he quickly approached, courteously asking, "Young Madam, how may I assist you?"
Tara Summer stared at the relatively young-looking steward, this Yancey Family truly abounded in talent. Such a large family estate was managed by a steward who was not yet forty, and extraordinarily, he was doing it impressively and methodically.
"Steward, could you prepare some lychees for me?" she said, "I know Master Liam dislikes the smell of lychees, but I promise not to let him see them while I'm eating."
"I'm sorry Young Madam, but I need to ask for Master's permission." Henry Taylor furrowed his brows.
"Does he need to be consulted on such a small matter?"
