#Chapter 332: Rules Are Rules

Nicholas and I walked down to the first floor and sought out Selma. We found her in the kitchen, preparing the chefs for the day’s menu. We waited near the door, not wanting to disturb her work. When she was finished, the chefs returned to their duties and we approached her. She was an older woman, who had been in service at this residence for many years. She should have seen it all by now. Nothing she face should have shaken her. Yet when Nicholas and I came to stand before her, she seemed nervous. “Do you need something, Prince Nicholas? Miss Piper?” Selma asked. “Are you feeling okay?” I asked. Maybe Charlotte really was sick and Selma had caught it too. That would explain how pale she looked. “I’m fine,” she said. “Was that all you needed?” She started to move like she was going to walk away from us. Nicholas sidestepped into her path. “We’re looking for Piper’s maid, Charlotte. You’ll remember that she was brought in specifically to serve Piper.” Nicholas kept his tone friend