Mrs. Mycroft Holmes had not married for money, no matter what her jealous coworkers said. She truly loved her husband, but that didn't mean she had to like his family.
Anthea had known Mycroft long enough to realize that his formal manners hid a large heart. He hid his worry behind a stiff smile. Those who met with him for business thought nothing of it. They believed he was as incapable of real emotion as they were.
But Anthea knew the truth. She had seen Mycroft smile; in fact she had made him smile.
Her stomach rumbled. Anthea looked at the clock. Tea time! She hurried to prepare a teapot and loaded a tray with two cups and a plate piled high with biscuits.
Anthea tripped towards the door to her husband's office. She kicked the door with her foot. "Come in." Mycroft called out.
"My hands are full." Anthea called back. The door opened from the inside.
"Oh, I'm sorry Anthea." Mycroft said, taking the tray from her hands.