Mrs. Harlow stood in the doorway of the guest suite, her silver hair still pulled into that tight bun and her calm, measured voice filling the quiet space. “Miss Bennett, is everything arranged to your liking? The bed has fresh linens, and the desk faces the garden window as requested.”Brielle set her modest suitcase on the low bench near the foot of the bed. “Yes, Mrs. Harlow. Thank you. The room is very comfortable.”Clara stepped inside with a folded towel and a small vase of flowers, her soft-spoken manner showing in the careful way she placed each item. “I brought extra towels and these from the garden. The roses are still blooming this late. Mr. Ashford always liked them kept fresh near the east wing.”Brielle nodded. “That’s thoughtful of you, Clara. The flowers are lovely.”Tom remained just outside the door, still checking his cuffs twice out of habit, and spoke in his usual polite tone. “If you need the suitcase emptied or anything carried to the closet, miss, I can handle
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