in the hallway with a cup of tea she never got the chance to hand him because he came out of that room a different person.
And she didn’t know what to say.
She just sat with him.
She didn’t leave.
That was 3 years ago. And he never forgot it. Victoria Sinclair noticed things, too.
She noticed the way Daniel<unks eyes softened slightly whenever Maria walked into a room. She noticed how he said thank you to the maid the way most men only said it to their mothers. She told herself it meant nothing.
She told herself that every night for months. Tonight was the engagement party.
200 guests, a five- tier cake, a string quartet by the window, and Victoria in a red dress that cost more than Maria made in a year. Everything sparkled. Everything smiled.
And underneath all of it, something in Victoria
