"I think you may have me mistaken for someone else." Morana's chin lifted slightly. "I work for the lady of the house. My name is Morana Silhara." She paused. "And you are?"
Seraphine closed her mouth. She looked Morana over again, slowly, head to foot, as if she might find something different on second examination that would explain away what she was seeing. She found nothing. She looked toward Nieah, who stood a few paces away, watching the exchange with open curiosity.
"Could I have a moment alone with Miss Silhara?" Seraphine asked. "It won't take long, and then you can take me to the parlour as planned."
Nieah glanced between the two of them, choosing whether to voice the questions that had formed in her mind. But decided against it in the end.
She dipped her head in a small bow and stepped away, leaving the two women alone.
The moment she was gone, Morana's expression changed, like a shroud being lifted.
