Cassey held her breath when Bella arrived there. She had a feeling that this woman knew who she was! But she was hiding it in case it would alert Tyrone and Penny.
Her smile was so artificial and mocking. But Cassey decided to stay silent until she knew the motives of Bella.
She held her dress and curtsied,
"Yes, thank you, your grace." Bella nodded and looked back as if she was waiting for Tyrone to join them.
"Forgive me but a governess is not bound to wear the maid's uniform." Bella spoke in a soft voice, "but your dress was faded and torn. It would have left a bad impression on the party. As a maid, at least you will not gain much attention."
Attention! The word left another chill in Cassey's spine. What if someone recognized her?
What if someone in the crowd announced who she was and Tyrone heard it too. Her heart thudded against her rib cage when she closed her eyes, afraid.
