Annalise watched her with a thundering heart, hoping that she was being tricked. The servant couldn't possibly just agree to it so easily except for the fact that there was a scared look on her face and her eyes widened with fear.
She swallowed. "What do you know about Nicolás?"
The girl wrung her fingers, peeling the skin at the corner. Silence lingered and Annalise's patience began to run thin.
"We… We were specifically told not to…"
"And dresses too," she added hurriedly. "Dresses, shoes, bags, you can have them all. If anyone asks, I gave them to you."
She knew they all cost a ridiculous amount of money and if Helena sold just the bags she owned, she wouldn't have to work here anymore but she didn't care. Following her accident, she'd been sent gifts that just kept piling up in her closet. Annalise had no idea what they were and she didn't care, the only thing that mattered was getting out of this bed and fleeing from this place.
