Eleanor caught the apron.Muscle memory, pure reflex, before she even thought about it.But holding the dirty apron in her hands, she didn't immediately tie it on the way she used to.There'd been a time when Eleanor was the busiest person at every single family gathering.Thirty-some dishes, easily, and every step, washing, prepping, cooking, plating, had gone through her hands.Edward had told her more than once not to work herself so hard, that the estate had a full staff for exactly this.But she'd known his favorite meals came out better when she made them herself, so she'd always volunteered.The rest of the family, out of deference to Edward, would toss out a compliment or two. Lukewarm, mostly.After that, she'd also taken on the dishes, the cleanup, the general upkeep of the whole house.Because Julian's mother had made it clear a woman's virtue was measured in how well she ran a household.Exhausted as she was, Julian used to thank her at the end of those long days.Hearing
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