Vivienne LeCrox did not stay quiet in the north guest house.
I did not expect her to.
Women like Vivienne did not enter a house to be unseen. They entered to remind everyone they had arrived, then waited to see who would bend their behavior around the announcement.
By the next morning, half of Silver Crest knew she was there.
By breakfast, three staff members had apologized to me for things they had not done.
By noon, Danica had already threatened to throw herself into the lower fountain if Vivienne said the word “London” one more time.
“She is insufferable,” Danica said, dropping into the chair across from me in the east library. “Do you know what she said to Mrs. Albright this morning?”
I looked up from the supply reports. “Do I want to know?”
“No. But I am going to tell you beca
