That week, whenever Lillian found herself in the presence of a Shaw, she turned her face to the wall and attempted to dissolve right into it. Mrs Shaw took note of her maid’s submissiveness and gave her an approving nod. As Lillian went about her work dusting and polishing the family’s heirlooms, she did her best to ignore Olivia’s titters and Donald’s apologetic glances. She could see the enjoyment the little witch gleaned from her heartache. At least Donald had the good sense not to approach when she had no choice but to be in the same room.
Even so, he paraded about like the cat that ate the canary. Mary evidently received his gift with much delight. Lillian found the receipt for the brooch while gathering laundry from Donald’s hamper. The bauble had cost him the best part of three wee
