"Good morning, ma'am."
I looked up to see Ms. Agnes staring at me. Her ironed blue skirt fell to her knees, with a white apron tied around her waist. Her hair was styled in a bun; it was so tight I could see the veins popping at her temples.
It looked painful.
I wore my earrings, and paused when my gaze fell on the small box on the bedside table. I reached for it and opened it slowly. The sapphire ring sat prettily, staring at me as if daring me to put it on.
We'll never be partners.
I shut my eyes tightly as those words brought back fresh pain and snapped the box shut. I reached for my bag and shoved it in. It was a mockery of what I could never have.
"Ma'am?" Agnes called.
I turned. "How can I help you, Agnes?"
"Breakfast is served, ma'am."
I adjusted my dress and pulled my hair behind my ear as I stared at my reflection. It was a green dress suit. Avery—my stylist, had picked it out.
