CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Cassandra walked into the master bedroom like she owned it. The maids followed behind her, carrying boxes and bags. Nathaniel had already left for work that morning, and she wasted no time making her presence felt.
She opened Savannah’s old wardrobe. A few dresses still hung there. Some shoes were pushed into a corner. Cassandra pulled one of the gowns out and held it with two fingers, her nose wrinkled.
“Pathetic,” she muttered. “This rubbish has no place in my house.”
She turned to the maids. “Take all of this out. Every last piece. We’ll burn them.”
The maids exchanged quick glances. One of them, a younger girl named Leah, spoke softly. “Madam, if you don’t want them, maybe you can give them to me. I could—”
*SLAP!* Cassandra’s hand struck Leah’s cheek so hard th
