"Can I help you?" I ask.

"Madame Bellegarde," says the man with a flourish. "My name is Jacques Atelier. Monsieur Bellegarde has asked me to assist you in selecting an outfit for the day."

I knit my eyebrows together and say, "Sterling never mentioned that to me. And I have my own clothes here. I don't think I'll need any help."

Mr. Atelier looks confused, and he gestures into the room and says, "May I?"

The man looks harmless enough, so I let him in and he goes to the back wall beside the bed. He presses his hands against the wall and a hidden panel opens, revealing a closet...