Ashley matched the old woman's gaze, watching her intently until she disappeared into the living room. She was the least bit intimidated.

She smiled at herself. Mrs Fox didn't know what was coming. She didn't know half of it yet. Ashley would let her be. For now.

She turned around to face a glaring Rachel.

Her eyes trailed the length of Rachel. She noticed the napkins on Rachel's hand. “I didn't think you were one to get your hands dirty.” Ashley commented. “Where are your maids?”

Rachel had never been good with house chores and seeing her helping to clear the table was a rare sight.

“What do you want?...