CHAPTER FIVE
The next morning…
As Miles ate his breakfast of waffles and grapefruit while reading the morning paper, Daniela stood before him more simply dressed than when she first arrived. It was easier to see the raw materials he had to work with without her rank, wet clothes, and all that strange attire to cloud his impression of her. Ruby had found a uniform, the plain grey kind. He’d have a black one made in Daniela’s size, he mused, thinking that black would be a better color next to her dark skin tone. Grey gave her skin an odd pallor and did nothing to enhance her natural…hard to say beauty, in this case. Beauty was not the word to describe her. Beauty described Jessica to a tee, but not Daniela. He’d fill in the blank later.
“You’ll be cleaning upstairs today. Basic cleaning
