Ines whined, a sound of playful protest that vibrated in the quiet study.
"No," she insisted, pushing lightly against his chest. Her voice gained a bit of strength, her pride as a writer and an 'actress' piqued. "You are laughing at me, but it is true! In my mansion, everyone knows my face. They know my walk. They know I am Lady Ines. So, of course, they would notice if I wore a gray dress."
She looked down at the rough fabric of Edith's uniform, smoothing it over her hips with a critical eye.
"But," she continued, lifting a finger to emphasize her point, "if I work as a maid in your home… no one here knows me. They have never seen me. So, no one will know I am from the Hamilton family."
She beamed at him, a look of absolute, triumphant confidence.
"With my perfect acting, of course," she added. "I walked with my head down. I shuffled. I was the very picture of a tired, overworked servant."
