Beatrice Dubois moved anxiously around the dining room, checking every detail. The gleaming silverware caught the light from the chandelier as she adjusted a fork that was already perfectly straight.
"Is everything ready?" she asked the housekeeper, her brow creased with worry.
"Yes, Mrs. Dubois. The cook has prepared all of Miss Elara's favorite dishes."
I smiled gratefully at her. "Good. I want everything to be perfect tonight."
My heart fluttered with anticipation. After years of watching Elara struggle alone, she had finally found someone. A husband! The thought filled me with both joy and concern. Elara had always been guarded about her personal life, and the suddenness of this marriage worried me. Who was this man? Would he treat her well?
