through to Syl by then, and I can solve the whole Sasha
thing, too. I know it. One day, Jada. Come on. For your little sister?”
“Don’t even. I don’t know how you talk me into this crap.
We’ll never be able to keep this a secret.”
“Why not? I’m not telling anyone. Are you?”
“No.”
“Then it’ll be fine. Trust me. Say it’ll be fine.”
“It won’t be fine,” Jada said, “but I’ll do it anyway.
Though I don’t know why.”
Marina’s smile lit up the room. “You’re the best sister in
the universe. Why don’t I let you have a little alone time now? Take a nap. Get
some rest. Then make yourself beautiful for dinner, for Ian, right?”
“Right.”
“I’ll just grab my dress,” Marina headed to the closet door.
“When Elly comes back, tell her to come to my room, and—hey. Where’s my dress?
I thought she hung it on the door before she left.”
“I don’t remember. Maybe she put it in the closet.”
“Huh. I didn’t think so.” She shrugged. “Maybe you’re
right.”
Marina pulled on the heavy closet door and it swung outward,
revealing the large interior space. She stood in the doorway, staring inside.
“Uh, Jada, you want to come here for a sec?” she asked.
“What?”
“Come here.”
Jada walked over and peered inside, and if she’d been
holding anything in her hands, she would have dropped it.
There, behind the ironing board, holding a dress in her
thin, pale arms, her eyes as wide as sand dollars, the spattering of brown
freckles on her nose and cheeks standing out in stark contrast to her snow
white skin, stood Elly.
And it was painfully apparent that she’d heard everything
the two sisters had said.
Chapter Three
JADA WAS LIVID. “SEE, MARINA? What did I tell you? We
couldn’t even keep the secret for sixty seconds. In fact, it was no sooner out
of our mouths, than it was done for. Unbelievable. I’m telling Ian.”
Marina grabbed onto her arm. “No! Don’t do that. It’s not so
bad.” She sent a plaintive look toward Elly. “Elly will keep our secret, won’t
you, Elly? Because we’re friends? See? She’s nodding.”
“She is not!” Jada said. “That was a twitch of fear. You’re
scaring her.”
Jada crept up to Elly, her arms opened wide, the way one
approaches a frightened animal. “It’s okay, Elly. I’m sorry. We didn’t know you
were in here. It’s all o-o-o-okay.”
“It’s not okay,” Marina said. “It won’t be okay until you
say you’ll keep our secret, Elly.”
“Hush,” Jada hissed. “Now Elly, put down the iron. That’s
right, let go. Everything is fine.”
The young woman smoothed a shaky hand down the soft fabric
of the dress, as if the texture soothed her. Finally, she spoke. “I’m-I’m so
sorry, Miss. I d-didn’t mean to overhear. I didn’t know what to do, how to make
you stop. And you said you were going to have sex with M-Mr. Ian and Miss
Marina lied and I couldn’t come out then. So it went on and on and I hoped
you’d never find me. But you did. And ... I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay,” Jada said, taking her arm and gently leading
her out of the closet. “Come have a seat and you’ll feel better. Marina, get
her a glass of water.”
“Oh, I can get it, Miss,” Elly said.
“No, you come sit down on this chair right here. There you
go. Good girl,” Jada said.
Elly sat stiffly on the edge of the wingback chair, her
hands clutching her knees.
“Poor thing,” Jada said, sitting across from her. “You
didn’t do anything wrong.”
“To be a good servant, Miss, I’m supposed to be invisible.”
“That’s ridiculous. You’re a person like anyone else. Far
from invisible.”
“But that’s the rule, Miss,” Elly said.
Jada was glad to see some pink returning to her pale cheeks.
“If you say so.”
Marina rushed over with a tumbler of sparkling water. Elly
took a small sip and gave a pathetically weak smile that only made Jada feel
sorrier for her.
“Gawd,