A/N A reviewer mentioned that something telling who is who would be helpful. If you think it helps then I'll put one before every chapter from now on. Let me know what you think about it. As always thank you so much for your reviews. They mean a lot to me.

A Who's Who in VioletStorm
Mrs.Hughes is Mr. Carson
Mr. Carson is Mrs. Patmore
Mrs. Patmore is Ms. Baxter
Ms. Baxter is Mr. Barrow
Mr. Barrow is Mrs. Hughes

"Why do you look so gleeful to be going to tea? And why does it make me so worried?"

"Honestly, Isobel," Violet practically chirruped. "Am I not allowed to be happy now?"

Isobel looked askance at her friend sitting beside her in the back seat of the car. She had been looking forward to a quiet afternoon reading the new medical journal she had pilfered from Dr. Clarkson's office when Violet had pulled up in her drive and demanded that she attend tea with her at the Abbey. Isobel still wasn't sure what to make of the last minute request and Violet's current attitude.

"It's just that whenever I've seen you this happy something unpleasant always happens or is going to happen very soon."

"I'm never happy with other's misfortune, Isobel. You should know that by now," she replied as the car pulled to the front of the Abbey. Carson was waiting at the front door for them. He moved to open the door for them.

"If you say so," Isobel replied skeptically. She smiled at Carson as he helped her from the car and waited for Violet to join her.

"Carson knows I don't revel in others troubles," Violet nodded at the butler. "Don't you, Carson?"

"Of course not, milady." He led them into the front hallway where Molesley was waiting to take their coats. "Her Ladyship is in the Library."

"Thank you, Carson."

He led them through to the library where Cora and Mary were already seated.

"Is this all of us, then?" Isobel asked once she and Violet were seated.

"I'm afraid so," Cora said.

"Yes," Mary continued, "Papa and Tom had to go to some horrid tenant's meeting."

"And Edith?" Isobel asked.

"She had to go to London, thank goodness."

"Mary!"

Mary shrugged as she took her cup from Molesley. "So, Granny, why did you suddenly invite yourself to tea?"

"Can't one have tea with one's family?"

Isobel rolled her eyes at Violet's superior tone. It didn't satisfy Mary either who leaned closer to her grandmother to whisper to her. Isobel turned instead to speak to Cora but not before she saw a gleeful expression pass over Violet's face when Mary whispered Carson's name. Violet was definitely up to something.