Her frumpy dress hung off her. She never dressed like a socialite but today there was no attempt to make her drab clothes look neat and tidy. Her clothes were frayed and seemed larger on her frame.
“Hello, Adela.” I murmured with a blank voice. Heat swept up my cheeks, making my face tingle.
“You have been bedded.” She stated but not unkindly. Humour peppered her tone and my mortification grew. She lacked her usual snide and venomous tone. She sounded quiet as though she had indeed learned her place like the other maid said she would.
“No, I have not!” I felt the need to deny. Her superior tone made me bitter. She was not being unkind but the laughter in her voice felt like mockery. I felt as if someone was looking into my stupidity.
“Why has he requested a change of sheets and w
