Sarah hesitated. She looked at the tray, then at Delaney. "Are you sure, Miss? The silver tray is quite heavy."
Delaney insisted to take it to him herself. "I am sure. I wish to speak with him anyway."
Sarah gently gave her the tray, carefully shifting the heavy weight into Delaney's waiting hands.
"Very well, Miss," Sarah smiled.
Delaney nodded her thanks. She turned and carried the silver tray carefully down the corridor, the fine china clinking very softly as she walked.
She went straight to Rowan's study on the ground floor. She fully expected to find him sitting behind his massive oak desk, scowling darkly at the estate ledgers, trying to bury his anger and jealousy in endless columns of numbers.
She stopped in front of the heavy wooden door. She balanced the heavy tray on her left hip and knocked gently on the wood with her right hand.
There was no answer.
She frowned. She knocked a little louder.
Still silence.
