Granny Drake's three-day agreement with Knox Village was up, and the housekeeper came over and said, "Young Master, Madam calls for you."
The housekeeper stole a glance at the young lady sitting across from Edward. Her gentle, slender fingers pinched a black chess piece, which only highlighted the delicacy of her fingers that outshone even frost and snow. They were clear and exquisite.
The housekeeper thought about the fall of the Callums, all of this could not be a coincidence. This friend of Young Master Edward, despite her calm demeanor, seemed ever more elusive.
"Alright, I'll go over now." Edward said, looking at the young lady across him.
"Do you want to take a look?"