"Ms. Ward," Kirsten called politely. "Are you feeling unwell? I can get a doctor for you."
Selene looked at Kirsten. She stared her up and down, her gaze sharp and judgmental.
It felt like an inspection. The cold, direct stare made Kirsten very uncomfortable.
"Is something wrong, Ms. Ward?" Kirsten asked.
Selene let out a small laugh. "You say Edmond isn't interested in you. But you're exactly his type."
Kirsten tried to explain. "You have it wrong..."
She didn't have much patience, but when it came to money, she could spare a little more.
Edmond paid well. She could put up with it.
Selene pushed a clothing rack full of gowns toward her. "Stop talking. You say you know Edmond, right? Then pick a dress for me."
Kirsten had no idea what kind of clothes Edmond liked on women. Most me
