âMaraâs foot is hurt too. Letâs get her to the hospital together too.â
Mara had twisted her ankle, and Balfour only remembered when he saw her wince. He couldnât ask Dean to carry her â it just wouldnât be proper. He was at a loss for what to do until Alyssa stepped in, urging him to take Ivy to the hospital first.
âIvy canât even stand on her own two feet, unlike Ms. Lewis here, who managed to stay upright for quite a while. Itâs likely nothing too serious,â Alyssa rationalized. âWhen the others come back, we can ask one of them to give her a lift. You go ahead and get Ivy checked out, especially since sheâs fresh out of the hospital. We donât want her taking a turn for the worse.â
Balfour looked to Mara for confirmation, and with a forced smile, she didnât object. Left behind, she had to figure out her next steps. Alyssa and Deanâs support had slipped through her fingers, and she couldnât afford to fall out of favor any further.
More troubling was the shifting attention of Balfour, who seemed increasingly drawn to Ivy. Maraâs jealousy simmered â before Ivyâs arrival, Balfourâs affections were hers alone. How quickly had this new woman usurped her place? Did he truly fancy her that much?
True to Alyssaâs word, there were plenty of men among the search party. Alyssa casually picked one out to carry Mara, who accepted with outward grace. Still, Alyssa couldnât help but wish Mara could be whisked away from this drama-filled place and back to her home, country.
The chosen porter was Mark, the son of the family cook, Edith. Raised in the Howard estate, he had grown into a robust and cheerful young man, a sight that warmed the hearts of his elders. Alyssa had appointed him as a guard for the family, and now, blushing slightly, he prepared to carry the attractive young woman.
Scratching his head, he crouched in front of Mara. âMs. Lewis, please hold on tight so I donât jostle you and make your leg worse.â
Mara had complained of a hurt foot, not a leg, but she bit back a retort, realizing it was probably just a slip of the tongue prompted by Alyssaâs meddling. With a cool huff, she climbed onto Markâs back, finding his frame surprisingly solid, his muscles even more pronounced than Balfourâs.
Mark, puzzled at having seemingly offended the beautiful woman with his well-intentioned warning, decided to keep silent, wary of further missteps that might be interpreted as insolence.
He was well aware of his status; as the child of a servant, working for the Howards was a natural part of his life. He never took issue with his position â after all, jobs were scarce, and the Howard family paid their staff handsomely, much to the envy of others.