Hannah's POV
The next morning, a female servant came in holding a pair of jeans and a silky black tank top. Both were too long on me. When I wore them, I was assailed with a slightly familiar over bearing perfume.
Her. He did not just send her clothes for me to wear!
When Joseph came into the room, he saw my ticked off expression.
“Out of all the people in this manor, you decide to give me her clothes?" I say, outraged.
“She’s the only one I can really trust. What's the deal with you two? She more or less said the same thing to me. You witches and your drama" he said rolling his eyes and holding up a light denim jacket for me to wear.
I looked at Joseph my mouth agape, ignoring the jacket in his hands. "You told her about me?"
“I didn’t tell her everything about you… “ Joseph
