ELLA

“Why didn’t anyone tell me about the preparations? I wouldn’t have gone for a walk, and I’d have been happy to help in whatever capacity I could.”

“I’m surprised Eve didn’t mention it. Well, I think it’s because May would have her head if she found you working with the others.”

“Why wouldn’t she want me to work?” I asked, the memory of our earlier conversation surfacing.

“Who? May? You’re her guest, Ella. She takes hospitality seriously—wants her guests to feel as comfortable as possible. She thinks she’d be a terrible host if you were doing dishes or helping out in the kitchen before or after dinner.”

“But I’d...