The meeting was scheduled for the afternoon, so Hazel didnt need to rush out. She lingered over breakfastor lunch, really, given that it was nearly eleven.

Still, Hazel wasnt the latest riser in the household. That title belonged to Caro.

Stumbling half-asleep, Caro yawned her way to the dining table, while a servant moved in with practiced ease to set her place. Todays breakfast: a sandwich and sausage links.

First came a deep chug of milk, draining ...