The bottom of the hierarchy was about to become the top.

And she went to sleep that night with no idea, because a person who has spent a lifetime looking down never thinks to watch the floor.

Chapter 20 — The Place Cards

The next morning, Beatrice hosted her annual post-holiday brunch, and she reset the long dining table with the painstaking, obsessive precision she brought to every performance of her own hospitality.

White porcelain plates, aligned just so along the dark wood.