"Thank you...for not turning me away. I've missed you so much," Lena said, trying her hardest to maintain composure.

Jonathan smiled kindly at her and stroked her hair, a simple gesture he hadn't done for years.

"You're dressed like a lady," Jonathan remarked, glancing at Lena again. Lena smiled shyly, slightly running her hand along the lace trim of her elegant day gown.

"Do you like it?" Lena asked.

"Expensive silk can do wonders for a whore, Lorena," he replied.

Lena's heart skipped a beat, and she shook her head in confusion and hurt.

"No, Master Sterling...I'm Lena," she said frantically.

"How many more wealthy men have you whored yourself...