Standing at the bottom of the grand staircase, Grace watched the man ascend to the first floor. Karl was quick to follow her so-called instructions. From her perspective, he had been awfully quiet so far as she couldn't remember him saying anything to her since his slightly delayed arrival at the mansion. This time too he had apparently chosen to embark on his new duty without any verbal communication. After watching Karl, and his butt for that matter, move upstairs, her gaze fell upon Rikkie as the girl walked out of the study. In a way, this redhead had been an unofficial, third assistant of hers. Although Grace hadn't really shown signs of appreciation, the stand-in housekeeper's services had been satisfactory. In terms of providing her with the guest list, she didn't disappoint her.<br/><br/>It was a rather short list. "Alright, let me see." Most of the names on it, Grace had already met. And she figured Abby must be the woman whom Karl was flirting with not too long ago. From the look of it, if someone was indeed upstairs meddling with the doors, they weren't on the guest list. Her cousin was also mentioned in this little document. At this point, however, she doubted he'd be paying a visit. As she quickly went through the names, something about the list made her confused. "You?" Grace read it out. The "you" on Rikkie's list might be referring to her, considering the girl had written it for Grace. However, her name was already on the list, as Miss Widcombe, of course. It could have been just Rikkie addressing herself while writing the names down. But that didn't seem to be the case either, given the reflexive pronoun in the text. It almost seemed someone else was there with Rikkie when she was making the list in the study. "Who's that you might be?" She asked the girl.<br/><br/>Her lukewarm smile was franker compared to her boss' as Audrey handed the glass to the pregnant woman. Understandably, traces of concern were still present on Justina's cute visage. At least, according to her understanding of the situation, a delivery didn't seem to be imminent at the moment. Upon listening to the young woman's question, she turned her head to the exit of the room. That was where Grace stood after all. Outside the parlour and in the foyer area. "It's just the wind." She claimed. And it was no coincidence that her explanation matched Grace's. "So… What will be the name?"<br/><br/>Following her accomplice, so to speak, Grace commenced walking up the stairs. Her hips bore their usual coyness. Carrying out a little investigation of hers wasn't the woman's intention. Instead, she wanted to get to the bedroom and make sure everything was in place. On her way, she didn't omit a remark. "Have you found the cat?" Grace questioned. Whether they used to be open or not, all doors were closed at the moment. "The one who's got your tongue?" The woman opened one of them, entering the master bedroom. This time, it was she who closed the door, quietly at that. Her legs were draped over the mattress as she sat on the edge of the bed. This time, alone.