Monday evening cast a nervous shadow over the grand house. Ashleigh, a whirlwind of energy, paced the living room, the only sound her footsteps echoing in the vast space. She'd ensured everything was in order with Mr. Atkinson – chores delegated, Susan, the new butler, settled in the staff quarters (a meeting awaited her later).

The doorbell's jarring ring startled her. Taking a deep breath, she straightened her blouse and marched towards the door.

A woman in her late 50s, impeccably dressed ...