Kate perused her new clothes. Ever since the affair at Atlantic Street, Shapland had been more than friendly, and when Kate hinted that her clothes were out of fashion, he asked what she wanted.
“French clothing,” Kate replied immediately. “I want the latest styles from Paris.”
Shapland smiled. “Then you shall have them, my dear. Write me a list, and I’ll order them for you.”
As soon as her clothes arrived, Kate spread them over her boudoir and admired them. She tutted impatiently when somebody rapped on the door.
“Come in!” Kate said and looked up when a woman entered and curtseyed before her. “Yes?”
“You advertised for a lady’s maid and companion, Mrs Shapland,” Leah said.
“I did.” Kate looked Leah up and down. “Are you applying for the position?”
“I am, Mrs Shapland.”
Kate frown
