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I made a mental note to ask.
When we were done and now sitting at the dining table, Virginia was nowhere to be found. My best guess was she was busy in the west wing.
Our food was already served. As much as I hated to admit it, Joseph did a good job. His meals tasted delicious and each of them were served like they belonged on the cover of a culinary magazine. It was hard to fault him.
Today’s breakfast was a frittata. Nicely baked and sliced in precise wedges. Glistening bits of ham and cheese peeked through the surface. Indeed, it looked yummy and, when I tasted it, it was delicious. Probably the most delicious frittata I've had. But I wouldn't inflate his already oversized ego.
“I didn't add vegetables because Sophie doesn't like it.” I looked up to find Joseph staring directly at me in his chef uniform.
Did I ask?
“Either way I know the meal is delicious.”
Raising an irritated brow, I started. “You could—”
The sound of the doorbell interrupted my words. I expected him to attend to it but to my irritation, he called for Virginia.
“Virginia!” he yelled. “Get the door.”
I scrunched my brows. Why couldn't he get the door since he was closer? Like the wind, Virginia sprinted down the staircase to the door. I suddenly wondered who it was. Mr. Thorne didn't strike me as one to receive visitors.
I watched as Virginia bowed before giving way for the visitor. My breath almost caught in my throat when I saw who it was.
Her hair, the shade of Sophie’s, fell in loose waves that framed her face. She was clothed in a luxurious orange dress that blinged as she walked. I couldn't seem to take my eyes of her as each of her steps exuded elegance.
“Hello, you must be the new nanny.” Smile lines etched the corners of her lips, stretching across her aged face until they reached her eyes. Her blue eyes were as bright as the color of a summer sky.
Something about her presence made me stand. “Yes, ma’am. My name is Evie.”
Her smile widened before she nodded. I didn't need anything to know she was Sophie’s grandma. Mr. Thorne’s mother. She looked to be in her early eighties but with her beautiful face and skinny frame, she didn't look a day over sixty.
“Good morning, Mrs. Thorne.” Joseph bowed. She shot him a smile before turning to Sophie.
“Sophie, come give grandma a hug, darling.” Her voice was smooth, soft, and sweet.
Sophie stood up and moved to her grandma. Mrs. Thorne lowered herself to give her a big hug.
“I've missed you so much, my darling,” she cooed, placing a kiss on her cheeks. Sophie simply rested her head on her grandma’s shoulder.
She missed her too.
“I have a few things to do so you can finish your breakfast, okay?” Without waiting for a response, Grandma Thorne detached from Sophie. Blankly, Sophie returned to her food.
Grandma sighed, turning to face me. “Evie, you say.”
“Yes, ma’am.” I cleared my throat.
“Come with me.”
I couldn't detect any emotion in her voice. It was bland, and the smile on her lips was gone. Her face was stern and suddenly, she seemed different.
My heart rate spiked as I trailed after her. I watched her climb the staircase gradually. With each step, my mind churned.
Why the sudden change? Why did she want to speak to me in private? Was that even what she wanted to do? Why was she even here?
I knew it was her son’s house but was she a regular visitor? Virginia and Joseph didn’t seem fazed by her visit. And Sophie seemed familiar with her.
My legs twisted to a halt when she suddenly came to a stop on the landing. She paused briefly before turning left. Left was West wing. I wasn’t allowed there. Virginia had informed me based on the boss’ orders.
