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and Ella walk in.  Camilla threw her handbag on the couch and walked over to Grayson, her arms folded, “Like I said darling, people asked questions.” Grayson shook his head and sighed as he looked from his wife to his daughter.  “All about Grayson Thorne, and how he wasn’t spending Christmas with his family.”
    “ Camilla,” Grayson started.
    Camilla shook her head, her large silver earrings jingling, “No Grayson,” she said vehemently,  “I will not be that woman!  As fake as this family is behind closed doors, to the world we will be perfect.  If you want to keep your image and reputation afloat, I suggest you learn some acting.”  With that Camilla turned to walk out of the room followed by Ella, who hadn’t once looked up at her father from her phone. 
    Grayson sighed heavily, then said softly, “What happened to you Camilla?”
    Camilla stopped, and turned to look him in the eye, “Life happened darling.  I had to grow up quickly and learn what the world was all about.”  With that she left.

VI
     
    Reyna walked into the quiet kitchen, and was a little shocked to see Camilla standing in front of the stove.  She had heard some commotion at their arrival, but hadn’t expected to encounter her boss’s wife in the kitchen.  Camilla turned and smiled half-heartedly at Reyna as she said, “Don’t worry dear I’m not trying to cook anything.  I’m trying to figure out where the wine glasses are.”
    Reyna rushed over to a cabinet on the other side of the room and handed Camilla a long stemmed glass.  Camilla nodded, “The family will be having dinner at six, be prompt.” With that she left with a bottle of wine.  Reyna sighed and looked around her, a mammoth task in front of her.
    At six, Reyna quickly rushed out to the dini ng room with the first tray of food.  Grayson, Ella and Camilla were sitting in absolute silence.  Camilla impatiently tapping her fingers on the wooden table.  Ella sat silently texting on her phone.  Grayson stared off into the distance.  This was the first time Reyna had seen him since this morning, her heart racing a little as she smelled his cologne. 
    “You’re late,” barked Camilla. 
    Reyna looked awkwardly at Camilla, her face flushed, “I’m…I’m sorry Mrs.…” stuttered Reyna. 
    “ Camilla please, it’s barely a minute past six,” said Grayson, his voice rough and grainy.  Reyna looked at him, their eyes meeting for a moment.
    “This is why people take advantage of you, why your money is disappearing .  You need be firm with the help, she works for you, she should do as she is told,” demanded Camilla, her eyes narrowing at Reyna. 
    “It won’t happen again Mrs .  Thorne” said Reyna softly as she quickly exited the room, trying to hold back her tears.  She managed to make it through the dinner service without another mishap, but she felt broken inside by the way Camilla had humiliated her.  She was even more ashamed because she was definitely falling for Grayson Thorne.               
    After dinner , the family made their way up to their rooms and Reyna set about cleaning the kitchen.  She was grateful for the distraction, it actually took her mind off her own thoughts, and the solitude gave her time to turn her pain into anger.  The kitchen door creaked open and Reyna braced herself for another demeaning interaction, when she turned to see Grayson walking in.  She dried her hands on the dishtowel she was holding, and politely asked, “Mr.  Thorne, is there something I can get for you.”
    Grayson’s eyes darkened as he moved toward her, “Mr .  Thorne?” he asked somewhat annoyed.
    Reyna gulped, “Well as your wife so clearly stated, I am the help.”
    Grayson narrowed his eyes, and then leaned against the kitchen counter opposite Reyna, his thighs bulging against his jeans.  Reyna unconsciously wet her lips as her eyes moved up and down him. 
    “You know, she was right,” said Grayson smugly,