CHAPTER THIRTY: Who Was She
~Zella's POV~
I stood outside his door in my bathroom robe and slippers and thought about what kind of person I had become.
A specific kind, apparently. The kind who told a man to stop touching her, meant it completely, and then stood outside his house thirty seconds later in nightwear at nine o'clock because a woman named Margaret had said *a lady* and something inside her had short-circuited entirely.
I needed to go back.
I turned around.
"Miss Zella?"
Margaret. Coming through the small gate between the properties, coat on, keys in hand, stopping when she saw me.
She looked at the robe. The slippers. The hour. Her expression did something polite and said nothing.
"Is everything alright? Did you need Mr Ashford?"
"No." I pulled the robe tighter. "I wa
