Maria's POV

“Where are you going?” I inquired Frank as I caught sight of him in the corridor. He appeared remarkably sporty, strikingly different from his usual attire of tuxedos and formal butler’s wear.

“It’s none of your concern,” he retorted grumpily, though I couldn’t help but smile. There’s something oddly endearing about his grumpiness; it never fails to amuse me.

“May I accompany you?” I asked, hopeful for his approval.

“No,” he brushed ...