ste
till in the pajamas I hadn't bothered changing out of. Outside, the streets bustled with a normalcy that mocked
59 a.m, the i
id, voice flat, as though an
e blouse with pearl buttons and pressed black slacks. I left my hair down, partly to avoid
a threat. A driver in a matching black suit stood at t
lf to look back as I
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iron gate that opened so silentl
as, but not in the way I imagined. There were no gaudy gol
but to be seen. To make you feel small before you'd even stepped inside. The driveway
s though it had always belonged there, a brutal beauty of dark stone, smoked glass, straight architectural lines and steel woven into
olumns and potted black roses. Not a splash of color in
took a breath and glanced at my
recently married to a man who hadn
w to style my hair and I was no longer in the mood to hide. My lips were bare, my skin pale in
peckled stone driveway. The butler was already waiting, tall
twood," h
hed, practiced, and
rs. Westwood. It st
ith a faint smile.
curtly, closed the door behind m
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ly behind him, as an un
chandelier hung from the ceiling, ominous red glass shaped like inverted teardrops. The walls wer
felt sterile
. Late forties, tall and neatly groomed, wi
briskly. "House manager. I'll
oo far and turned too often. The walls were too smooth. The
or personal use. Laundry, housekeeping, and room upkeep will be handled by the staff.
indrops: fast, cold, a
nything?" I asked, sur
nly have presence, Mrs. Westwood, not power. It'll be in yo
unch at one, dinner at seven. Formal attire is re
he usu
for half
pushed open a door at
is y
schedule on the de
kitchen is off-limits without permission. You may
ruction made m
n didn't change. "I
oodbye, closing the door
e room, my cage of
ivings, I couldn't den
ter. The bed was enormous-king-sized, navy linens, perfectly smoothed. A fireplace stood across from it, cold a
m there as some kind of comfort, yet although they were beautiful and fragrant,
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came next was
men standing side by side, so vi
cent, impossibly polished in a fitted white blouse, tailored black slacks, and pointy
wrong building. She was short, with round cheeks an
ver it. A chunky necklace of turquoise stones bounced as she walked in. Her lipstick was rose pi
ing past Ava and taking both my hand
r wardrobe, fittings, and whatever e
dded, clearly trying not to roll her eyes. "She'l
"Oh, honey, you look so much like my daughter! Bone structure of a Vogue cover
d. "I-th
her tongue and looked around the room. "Hyacinths. Ugh. Westwood h
shoes that don't look li
was aiming for com
ook, then a comically obv
pped into this place, I felt the tig
a folder
leste, you're a Westwood now, which means your image reflects th
e marriage,
terous laugh, exactly lik
tside this house," Ava said. "We'll need to appro
lette," I
s in daylight," Ava replied, stone-faced. "We
you're too obsessed with being invisible. I'll hav
plaints, she turned to leave. "You'll have
othing from a wheeled cart someone had left outside the door. "She may talk like a spread
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things into drawers that smelled of cedar and lavender. The bed felt too large, the silenc
ellow, humming as she went. " You'll need assistance picking out lunch
chin for a sec
rpness, sweetheart? We'll play with contrast, so soft neck
her for a
ve in this place?
the kindness in her e
't let
wide again. "Now
ress from one hand and hel
call the tailor and tell him you've got the
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an –
ghost, yet she move
or twelve. She was supposed to disappear into the
oom while Marla chattered around her and
not afraid.
could be dangerous. Perhaps later today, I would assign someone to watch o
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a sunroom overlooking a trimmed garden. A
e when I entered. Didn't smile. Just ge
late,"
s 12
is no
to roll my eyes. "Do you time
y the things I want to control, you si
rage that simmered behind his eyes. The lunch was delicate, portioned like a model's die
Halfway through, I
marry
is grip tightening o
available, disposable, and
d honesty cut dee
s
h now I'm beginning to wonder if I misjudged you. I su