The carriage rolled smoothly into the grand courtyard of their residence, coming to a gentle stop before the main entrance.
The moment the door was opened, the sounds of a bustling, happy household greeted them. Footmen in crisp uniforms stood ready, and maids moved with quiet efficiency in the grand foyer.
"Welcome, Your Grace. Welcome, young master," a line of maids greeted with synchronized curtsies as Delia and Owen entered. One of them stepped forward to take Delia's hat and her small, beaded reticule.
Delia's gaze fell to the sealed envelope she was clutching in her hand, the doctor's official report. Her heart gave a nervous flutter.
"Where is my husband?" she asked one of the senior maids.
"His Grace is in his study, Your Grace," the maid replied. "He is meeting with his aide, Mr. Aiden."
