Falling for You

Eleanor Thompson greeted Avery Miller with a warm smile, "No, I'm quite old now, and the young master never asks us to do anything."

"Really?" Avery Miller couldn't help but scoff, "That's surprisingly kind of him."

The thought of the young maid from earlier crossed Avery Miller's mind again. 

Bored, she decided it was the perfect moment to gossip with Eleanor Thompson about her, especially since she found her so annoying.

"Eleanor Thompson, have you heard about that young maid, Sophie Martin?" Avery Miller continued, batting her innocent-looking eyes at Eleanor Thompson.

"Oh, her!" Eleanor Thompson's smile faded slightly at the mention, quickly turning into a look of disgust, "She's been here since she was little, just like her mother, always plotting something."

"Really?" Avery Miller was curious. In her few encounters, she hadn't noticed Sophie's cunning nature.