Leonie props herself up against a pile of pillows. She’s wearing a transparent white satin nightgown; her hair is messy and her cheeks are flushed. Fresh hickeys cover her neck. Andrea wishes she could look at Leonie with indifference, but the sight of the hickeys make her feel awful. She takes a deep breath and reminds herself to keep her cool.
“Miss Summers, Mr. Hamilton is coming,” a panting maid runs into the room as she announces the news.
She’s running so fast she almost knocks Andrea over. Instead of apologizing, she swears under her breath.
“Didn’t you see me?” the maid snaps, “Don’t you know that a good dog never gets in the way?”
Andrea stays standing by the door. She looks cooly at the maid and recognizes the woman as Leonie’s personal servant.
“I’m sorry I got in your way
