"Are you okay, mistress?" Harriet rushed to Jenna's side, checking if she was okay first, then got down on her knees to pick up the shards.
Jenna's lips remained open, her eyes on the ground where Harriet was kneeling. How could she have forgotten the man that knelt before her the previous night, even holding her legs?
"Let me get a broom," Mabel suggested, holding up her dress to leave the room, but Jenna stopped the young girl.
"You shouldn't ruin your dress while we are waiting for your groom-to-be," Jenna muttered, touching her forehead.
"Harriet, leave that to me. I'll clean it up. Take Mabel to your room." Jenna got down on her knees and moved the girl's hands so she could pack the shards herself.
Harriet frowned, "But, my lady, you—"
"I said I'm fine," Jenna interrupted with a tired sigh. When she realized her action might cause misunderstanding to the young girls, she shook her head.
