"What's going on here?" I asked upon entering.
Milly turned to me immediately, her tone deferential as she replied, "Ms. Fiona's necklace has been stolen."
Her answer was quick, precise, and unnervingly polite, the kind of response one would expect from a perfect head maid.
But her perfection was the biggest flaw.
Milly was never this courteous to me.
What did she just say? Fiona's necklace was stolen?
They were trying to frame me!
A girl from a family with a reputation as tarnished as mine would always be the first suspect.
And I had a feud with Fiona!
She believed Fiona had taken something from me!
Especially now I didn't have any money.
Not a single coin had been handed to me since my return.
So what would I do?
If someone whispered the right suggestion in the right ear, it
