The clatter of pans and the rhythmic chop-chop-chop of Elara's knife were becoming a soundtrack to life at Beaumont Estate. A soundtrack that Isolde Beaumont found increasingly grating. Genevieve might have been swayed by Elara's quiet competence, even charmed by her subtle wit, but Isolde saw only a threat. Elara was usurping their place, stealing the limelight that rightfully belonged to the Beaumont daughters, specifically, her.