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Veronica Arylum, the mistress of the wardrobe, was not a large woman, though she had a presence of someone much taller than her five-foot-three. She wore a black dress that matched her long hair, so much so one seemed an extension of the other. It hugged her curvy frame while showing plenty of cleavage. Her black pumps thundered across the marble floors, a pile of folders tucked under her arm. She frowned when she made eye contact with Madam Chanel.
"Chanel," she said curtly.
"Veronica," Madam Chanel answered. Veronica's dark eyes had already moved on to Eva. There was something in the way the woman looked at her that chilled Eva to the bone. It was half contempt, half lust.
"So, you're the new girl?" Mistress Veronica asked.
"Yes, ma'am," Eva said.
"Good," Mistress Veronica answered, obviously pleased at the respect Eva had shown her. Madam Chanel folded her arms, still glowing from her interaction with Lord Steineld. Mistress Veronica stepped closer to Eva, her red lips curling into a smile. "Do you know my role in the household?"
Eva recited what she knew about what the mistress of the wardrobe did and Mistress Veronica tsked.
"You're very good at memorization and recitation," she said, sneering over to Madam Chanel. "If the Security Enforcement Bureau trained with you, they're would be no wars."
"And we'd be better off for it," Madam Chanel said.
Mistress Veronica said nothing in response. Instead, she turned back to Eva.
"I run the ladies' household. My primary duties revolve around Lady Steineld and her ladies-in-waiting but I also oversee the activities of the Proxies within the household."
"Of course," Eva said.
"Follow me," Mistress Veronica said, turning down a long corridor. Eva glanced at at the works of art hanging on the walls, recognizing them from books and tablets that she had read while at the convent. Some of them were worth more than all the houses on the street she grew up on combined. Mistress Veronica continued, "I've arranged for you to stay in the North Wing near Lord Derek's apartments."
"Of course, ma'am," Eva said.
"All appointments will be coordinated through my office," she said. "You will report to me each morning before eight in the evening."
"Unless his lordship requires that you attend him," a voice called out from behind them. Madam Veronica stopped short so quickly that Eva nearly ran into her. She turned, glaring at a woman in a short white dress. The same height as Eva, the young woman wasn't much older. Her blue-gray eyes sparkled mischievously as she slinked down the hall towards them. Her dark brown hair was cut into a simple bob and she had full, red lips. She looked Eva up and down. "So, you're the gift?"
"Excuse me?" Eva asked.
"I'm Adrienne, one of Lord Steineld's Proxies," she said. "Welcome. My partner would be here but his lordship was suddenly craving a blonde." She glanced over to Madam Chanel. "I wonder why."
Madam Chanel just smirked.
"Hello Adrienne."
"Madam Chanel," Adrienne said back with a matching smirk. She turned back to Eva. "I've been sent to show you the ropes. I'll take her to her chambers, I'm sure you have a tea to plan or something like that."
Mistress Veronica frowned and said nothing else, turning on her heel.
"Good to see you, Adrienne," Madam Chanel said. She turned to Eva. "It was nice to meet you."
"You too," Eva said. With that Madam Chanel followed Mistress Veronica down the hallway away from them.
"Chaperones," Adrienne sighed watching them leave. "What a terrible job to have, they don't get to have any fun. Come on, love, this way."
Eva's suite was opulent, befitting the Proxy of a high noble like Steineld. The front sitting room was twice the size of her room at the convent with several couches and chairs arranged tastefully around a polished table in the center of the room. In one corner stood a large cabinet filled with the latest liquors and libations. Eva only knew what it was when Adreinne opened it to pour herself a drink.
"Let one of the butlers know what you prefer and they'll stock it," Adrienne said, sitting down in one of the chairs. "You have a Northern look about you."
"Yes, I'm from the Provinces."
"Ah, a real beach girl, huh?" Adrienne looked her up and down, seeing the dusting of light freckles across her face and the tan, shapely legs.
Eva just nodded. She already missed the beaches.
"I'm a farmgirl rescued from barnyard fumblings by the convent," Adrienne said. She motioned with the glass. "You'll want for nothing. Everything will be provided for you."