"You may be pregnant, my lady." Alexa's dry mouth slackened, her eyes widened, a lump formed in her throat and her head shook vigorously.

"No way. That can't be. It's impossible. How could I be pregnant?!" Alexa leaned back to steady herself and a sheen of sweat broke on her face.

"I'll leave now, my lady. If you need anything, you can reach me through the phone on the desk or ring a bell." She bowed one last time before heading to the door.

"Wait!" The old lady stalled. "Send for one of the young maids. Tell her to get a pregnancy test kit as soon as possible." She rubbed...