Sophia, composed and ready, descended the staircase.

Assistant Carter was just then ushering an older woman into the living room, his posture a model of deference. Sophia paused the moment her eyes landed on the visitor.

"Great-Aunt," she greeted, her voice controlled, revealing no sign of hesitation.

The elderly woman was none other than Madam Yates's younger sister—Samuel’s great-aunt. Her gaze fell on Sophia impassively, barely acknowledging her. ...