“He is still occupied, Miss Balfour,” Matthew explained. “Shall I have him send for you when he is done?”

“With whom is he in conference?” Emmeline asked, trying to peer through the glass but the curtains were drawn.

“Mr. Greene, Miss Balfour.”

The mere sound of his name made her blood run cold. She stepped away from the concierge desk.

“I will return. Do not tell my father I was seeking him,” she told Matthew, spinning toward the kitchen. She wished the day had not taken on such a bitterness. She longed to go for a walk and clear her mind.

I am not thinking rationally, she thought, sauntering aimlessly through the busy galley.

The clanging of pots and pans was often cathartic to Emmeline’s ears, a soothing chaos somehow. It reminded her of childhood, the same scents tantalizing her nostrils as she moved through the steaming kitchen to stand off in the shadows alone.

“You look as though you are thoroughly enjoying that spot.”

She glanced over her shoulder and laughed nervously as she realized that Elias Compton stood at her back.

“I did not see you there, Mr. Compton.”

“You may call me Elias, Miss Balfour. It is your right.”

She nodded.

“All right, Elias,” she agreed, facing him fully. “Has Honor demoted you to the kitchen now?”

He chuckled at her jest.

“Not yet, Miss but there is time. I fear he has been watching me quite closely since I arrived.”

“You must not take it personally, Elias. This hotel is the most prestigious in these parts and Honor does take his duties quite seriously. I daresay, if he did not like you, he would not have hired you at all.”

“I will take your advisement on the matter, Miss Balfour.”

He moved past her.

“I should get back to work before he realizes I have snuck away.”

“Why have you snuck away?” she called after him. “Is the work too much?”

“No, Miss,” he replied quickly. “I was merely warming myself by the hearth.”

He vanished into the crowd of servants and Emmeline found herself watching after him. It was not until she heard a slight grunt at her side that she turned her head to peer at another waiter.

“Good morrow, Josh. Are you well?” she asked sweetly.

“Yes, Miss Balfour,” he muttered but Emmeline could see that something troubled him.

“Is there a matter?”

He swallowed visibly and shook his head. Emmeline did not believe him.

“Joshua, we used to run amok together,” she reminded him gently. “I daresay you have even pulled my hair. There is nothing you cannot tell me.”

He looked at her uncertainly and again moved his eyes away.

“I-it is not my place, Miss Balfour,” he mumbled, his eyes trained on the ground. “But as you say, we have a long history.”

“Then do speak freely. I can assure you of my confidences.”

He inhaled and looked over his shoulder, in the direction where Elias had gone.

“It is the new waiter, Miss Balfour. I fear that he has come here with bad intentions.”

Defensiveness fused through Emmeline, though she could not say why. She had no reason to doubt Joshua. On the contrary, in fact. She regarded him as almost kin and yet his words bothered her greatly.

She held in her thoughts and peered at him speculatively.

“What basis have you for such a claim?”

He fiddled nervously with his fingers and smoothed back his hair quickly, all while keeping his eyes averted.

“Miss Balfour, he confessed to me that he is here in search of Christiana Compton.”

Of course! Compton. I knew I recalled the name!

“She is no longer employed here, am I correct?” Emmeline replied, trying to recall the last time she had seen the dark-haired woman about the hotel. “It has been a few months, has it not?”

“Yes, Miss Balfour…”

Emmeline waited expectantly.

“What is it?”

“She was fired for stealing, Miss.”

Emmeline suddenly understood Joshua’s conflict.

“I see,” she murmured. “And now her kin has come to work here. Had he explained why?”

“I feel rather disloyal speaking like this,” Joshua breathed as though he only then realized that he would be unable to retract his words. “Forgive me, Miss Balfour for he seems like a decent enough chap.”

“But you question his presence. I do not think you an unreasonable sort. Why has he come?”

“He claims he has not heard from Christiana in months and has come to locate her.”

“Perhaps she does not wish to be found.”

“I had suggested the same, Miss but he was adamant that it was not natural for her to go without word.”

“I fear we do not know our family as well as we sometimes hope,” Emmeline sighed.

“I also said as much,” Joshua replied, sounding relieved that he had absolution in the matter. “I feel foolish for bringing this to you, Miss Balfour, but I did see him speaking with you and I felt you should know that his heart is not in the hotel or the guests.”

Emmeline’s mouth became a fine line as she considered what to do next. She remembered how desperate Elias had sounded to be given a chance at the job, despite his late arrival.

Whatever his reasons, he genuinely wishes to be here. Should I end this charade or simply permit it to work itself out?

“I have given you another burden to manage,” Joshua sighed. “Forgive me, Miss.”

“This is not a burden and you need not apologize. What good am I if not to resolve issues pertaining to the hotel?”

“I cannot say this is an issue,” Joshua said, worry clouding his features, but Emmeline smiled at him reassuringly.

“You need not worry, Josh. I will handle the matter delicately and with discretion. Your name need not come into the matter at all.”

“Thank you, Miss Balfour. You are too kind.”

He bowed and moved away as Emmeline pondered what she had been told.

What did come of Christiana Compton?

If anyone would know, it would be Antoinette.

Emmeline found the housekeeper on the third floor, overseeing her chambermaids wearing her usual pinched expression.

“There, Cora. You are missing the corners as always.”

“Yes, Mrs. Baxter.”

“Antoinette, may I have a word with you?” Emmeline asked.

“Certainly, Miss Balfour. Is everything well?”

“I have a question for you about a maid who worked here not three months past.”

“I fear we have had a rather high turnaround in the past months, Miss Balfour. You must be more specific.”

“Christiana Compton. Do you recall her? She was Mrs. Balfour’s abigail for a time, was she not?”

A darkness fell over Antoinette’s face and her lips pressed into a thin line.

“Yes.”

Emmeline stared at her expectantly.

“What became of her?”

“She was terminated.”

“For what cause?”

“Stealing, if I recall. Should you wish to know more, you must speak with your father about the matter, Miss Balfour. He was directly responsible for ending her employment. Is there another matter?”

Emmeline blinked at the abrupt dismissal, a peculiar niggling arising from her stomach.

“Is that commonplace?” Emmeline asked, refusing to let the matter go, despite Antoinette’s reluctance to continue to discuss it.

“Pardon?”

“My father does not often get involved in the affairs of the maids. Why was he the one to relieve her of her duties?”

Antoinette turned her head, pretending to examine the servants’ work but Emmeline knew the woman well enough to know she was avoiding the question.

“I could not say, Miss Balfour but in this instance, he did.”

Rudely, Antoinette walked away and Emmeline gaped after her.

Is she lying to me or hiding something?

“My word, you are impossible to find some days,” Xavier grumbled, appearing at the end of the hall. “Father is looking for you.”

“Is he? How interesting. I was seeking him too.”

She followed her brother along the halls and he cast her a nervous look.

“You spoke with Mother about the betrothal,” he sighed and Emmeline stopped walking.

“I did.”

“I wish you had not.”

Anger flashed through her.

“What would you have me do?”

Xavier exhaled heavily and faced his sister.

“This is not the place to discuss this, Emmy but I do know you are overwhelmed. When you speak with Father, do try to keep your wits about you. Dissolving into a fit of histrionics will solve nothing.”

“According to Mother, there is nothing to be solved. The matter is done.”

“That may well be, Emmy but why do you protest? Surely you knew you were to be wed one day.”

“One day, yes and I had hoped to a man who had made some effort to court me. Instead, I have been, what, bid off like a prized calf at auction?”

“Emmy, keep your tone down.”

Instantly, she did as she was told, knowing that was precisely the behavior her brother was warning her against.

“I realize it is not ideal for you,” he told her again. “If it were up to me, I would see you married to a duke but Father seems to think that Walter Greene has attributes that some others do not.”

“I am not disputing that this marriage will be what is proper for the hotel. I am disputing that it will be proper for me!”

“Emmy…”

“I know, Xavier. You need not placate me. I know my duties and I will fulfill them by marrying that rogue if need be.”

She spun toward the stairs and jumped as she again came face-to-face with Elias Compton.

How much did he hear?

“Pardon me,” she muttered, brushing by him.

“Miss Balfour. Mr. Xavier,” Elias mumbled, lowering his head but as she moved, Emmeline did manage to catch his eye one final time. Was it her imagination or was there really an unmistakable disappointment in the depths of their glowing aquamarine.

Is he upset that I am to be married? She wondered as she made her way down the stairs. The idea was ludicrous and yet it oddly filled Emmeline with the tiniest bit of hope—the most she had felt all day.

And what of it? What if Elias Compton is devastated that I am to wed Walter Greene? It is not as though he would ever be in the position to court me.

A newly familiar blush stained her cheeks as she glided into the lobby and stood before her father’s office.

Can you imagine the scandal? A waiter pursuing an heiress. The gossips would never cease!

The more she considered it, the more it tickled her and suddenly, Emmeline’s mind was back on the third floor with Elias, staring once more into his intense eyes.

She heard Xavier descend behind her and she quickly regained her composure.

“Shall we?” her brother asked. She looked to him as he extended his arm for her to take but suddenly, Emmeline had no desire to see her father at all.

“No,” she replied, turning away before Charlton could see her. “Tell Father you could not find me.”

“Emmy!”

“I will seek him out later,” she promised, rushing toward the staircase, almost falling over the hem of her skirts, but before she could vanish onto the second floor, Charlton Balfour’s voice rang out.

“No,” he boomed. “You will see me now.”

Begrudgingly, Emmeline turned back and looked at him, grinding her teeth together.

“You cannot disrupt this hotel at your convenience, Emmeline,” Charlton told her in a low tone. “Enter at once.”

For a brief, defiant moment, she considered fleeing, but to what end? Eventually, she would have to face her father and deal with the facts of her engagement.

You are using Elias Compton as a distraction, she told herself, shuffling back down the stairs to meet her family. Put him out of your mind before you do something foolish.