A funny thing about reading Yann Martel's Son of Nobody and Ayelet Waldman's A Perfect Hand (#1,372) back-to-back that I might otherwise not have noticed is that both novel's plots were driven by characters rarely given any voice of substance in the novels in which they appear.
In A Perfect Hand, the hero and heroine are a gentleman's valet and a lady's maid. Both Charlie Wells and Alice Lockey have worked hard to rise to the level of upper servants in noblemen's households. Besides acquiring a wide range of useful knowledge and abilities, they have also learned people-pleasing skills. Neither are in a position they wish to give up when they meet at a house party and fall in love. Unlike their master and mistress, Charlie and Alice will never be able to marry. Unless, that is, they are in the same household. What if they can persuade their employers to fall in love and marry?
As the wheels start turning, the plot, as they say, thickens. The merry dance of courtship leads to an entirely different destination for some of those involved. A chance outing leads to a life changing decision. And the world will never be the same again for anyone involved.
Okay, I'll admit it. I did find the ending very affecting. Bring a tissue.