But Brinley clearly wasn't going to give her that luxury.
As breakfast wrapped up, Reba stepped forward. "Miss, it's time to go."
"Where are you taking her?" Herbert asked, his brow furrowing as he noticed Yardley's personal bodyguard taking charge of Starla.
"My brother told me to follow Reba today—"
"There are certain family properties the young miss needs to familiarize herself with," Reba smoothly interrupted. "Mr. Hoggart instructed me to show her around today."
Starla instinctively glanced at her.
Reba offered Herbert a polite smile. "Actually, I'm the one following her lead."
Starla blinked. Was that true? Yardley had specifically told her to follow Reba. The distinction mattered immensely. If Reba was following her, Starla was in charge. But Yardley's exact words meant Starla had to obey Reba today.
Realizing Reba was actively covering up the truth in front of Herbert, Starla didn't correct her. She simply nodded at him.
"Go ahead, then. It's getting late," Herbert said.
"I'll be taking my leave with the young miss," Reba said respectfully.
Herbert nodded, and Starla followed Reba to the car.
Once inside, Starla looked at Reba through the rearview mirror. "You didn't want Herbert to know what we're actually doing today?"
"You don't even know what we're doing today, Miss, do you?"
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