Night of Destiny Novel by Vanessa K

Making coffee was one of the many things Sophia did not know how to do. She usually got her coffee from a local barista or any other cafe. Right now, she tossed Arthur a pleading look, trying to get help.

When he saw the despair in her wide doe eyes, he repressed the urge to sigh in frustration. She can’t iron, and she can’t make coffee. Is there anything she knows how to do other than talk back to someone?

“We don’t have a proper coffee machine here,” he lied to Emily after glaring at Sophia. “I’ll send someone out to get one for you if you’d like.”

Emily was more than aggravated now. “Well, how about tea? Surely, she can

bring me tea.” She was trying to gauge how important this so-called maid was to Arthur, and there was no hiding the fact that Emily hated Sophia’s guts. Hence, the former was currently thinking of ways to get rid of the latter and eradicate any good impression Sophia might have made on Arthur.

I have to make Artie hate her too. That way, if he decides to keep her, I can order her around as I like.

Emily knew she had to nip this in the bud before she ended up losing Arthur to some tramp maid.

the kitchen to make tea, which,

couch, but just as she was setting down

she noticed that Sophia was wearing a nice dress, not to

said slowly, “I’ve only started work a month ago, so I don’t

one ready for you,”

need for that,” Arthur interjected. “Honestly, I find uniforms to be a

began to wonder just who Sophia was to warrant such concern from Arthur, who

Master Weiss,” Sophia said, then backed out of the living room. She had a

rainbows and butterflies now that Emily had moved in. That woman’s a jealous one, she thought

this if she could find that man’s.

cry out in exasperation. Of all the people she could have a score to settle with, it just had to be

design the perfect jewelry for her friend’s engagement and that she was wondering if she could drop by to have Anastasia’s input

Anastasia did not reject her plea for help and invited her over to the

door and into the living room, whereupon she was greeted by Anastasia, who looked

“Mrs. Presgrave.”