Becky placed a mini picture of milk on a trey. ‘Poor man.’
Cordelia bit into the biscuit. ‘Exactly.’
Becky looked up at Cordelia. ‘It doesn’t surprise me, though.’
‘What doesn’t?’ asked Cordelia.
Becky furtively looked up. ‘That they’d want to hide you from him. You’re so beautiful. I understand why all of them fall for you.’
Cordelia bit her lip and felt her cheeks flush. ‘You’re just saying that.’
Becky shook her head and picked up the tray. ‘No, I’m not.’
As Cordelia watched Becky leave, she noticed her slender figure sway in her apron. Then she chided herself for yet another whorish thought. With a sigh, Cordelia found a bucket of vegetable peelings. If she had to spend the day as a maid, at least she could take the excuse to get outside.
At a leisurely pace, she carried her bu
