C29 Imperfectly perfect

"Mrs. Lydia, are you alright?" the nanny asked with concern as Lydia descended the stairs, looking absolutely drained.

Clinton and Constance, who had been chatting nearby, both turned their attention towards the pale, lifeless figure of Lydia.

"Babe? You okay?" Clinton immediately moved to her side, brow furrowed with worry at her haggard appearance.

Lydia simply nodded woodenly