Eleanor would never have expected life in Worthington Manor to be quite so thrilling. Excitement hadn't exactly been in the job description. However, she certainly wasn't accusing the advertisement of lying. It had proven true regarding the gruelling work and daily ache. Only God knows why Eleanor ever applied in the first place. She only wishes she was too tired to think. Life was so confusing here. Friends and enemies, even sparks flying with suitors. But would that ever compare to the fireworks of Eva Clarke? And could she survive the ruin? *Writing improves throughout the book*