Concern wouldn't leave Ada's eyes the entire time she tried to help Arabella. Although, the young woman had stopped her multiple times from giving a hand, preferring to do things herself.
Arabella was as polite and courteous as per her usual, but something had shifted that morning.
Ada had gotten the impression she was being kept at a distance with no clue whether it was intentional on Arabella's part or otherwise.
"Miss…?" very reluctant the maid was.
"Yes, Ada?" Arabella stopped midway through tying a golden headband behind her neck.
"I… I don't mean to pry, but… Did something happen yesterday?" she twiddled her fingers together, while raising her gaze, from time to time, to glimpse Arabella's reflection in the mirror facing her.
The subtle, barely visible twitches rippling through Arabella's features had answered her enough, but what had sealed it was the very awkward attempt at refuting it from Arabella.
