CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Stella never wanted to set foot in the Marshalls’ house, ever again, after what had played out, but she had no choice. She had to go and fetch her purse. What if Cecilia saw it there and looked inside? It would be exactly the kind of thing she would do. She’d seen Cecilia’s total disrespect for her privacy.
How could she have forgotten it there? Why had she been so careless, Stella berated herself, feeling dismayed that she now had to head back again.
Pushing open the main home’s elegant front door felt like entering enemy territory. Listening, she could hear faint conversation from the nearby lounge. She hoped they were all immersed in their game.
She walked quietly in the direction of the office, keeping her head down, just like the servants did. Like them, she wante
