I wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or not. Part of me said that I was being silly. I was staff for god sake. Not rich, or pretty or talented. And Noah was, well, to be quite frank, rich, and gorgeous. He travelled the world and had a dazzling smile. I was rather sure that all the women he encountered would fall all over themselves. But still, I was allowed to look, wasn’t I? There was no harm in admiring from afar. On the eighth night of Noah’s return I was doing my rounds of the manor, ensuring a well balanced and temperate climate. I was always extremely tired by this point and yawning every other minute. I was on the third floor now and about to cross the landing to the music room which was often empty. It was force of habit for me to glance down the hall which led to Noah’s bedroom. As usual the door was shut. No reason for that to change today. I was shocked when a moment later Charles came bustling from the room, bowing hastily and hurrying down the corridor to me. “Miss Redding.”
