Marionne had arrived at the mansion, and Millie felt her presence immediately. As she hurried down the hallway, her mind reeled from their first encounter. The sophisticated woman exuded entitlement, making her insecurities flare up just by being near her. She needed to find Clara and share every detail of the unsettling interaction.
She pushed open the door to the room they had cleaned earlier, but it was empty. “Clara?” she called out, but there was no response. She looked around, noting that the room had already been cleaned. The air had a faint, clean scent. Every inch was shone and dusted.
With a huff, she turned and headed for the stairs to the first floor. If Clara wasn’t upstairs, she must be downstairs somewhere. The kitchen seemed the most likely place.
Millie pushed open the
