Marie's POV
Eliza sat behind me, her fingers moving quickly through my hair. She patted the hair and brushed the edges till they were flat against my skin. Then she pulled it into a right bun.
"Not too tight, Eliza, oww!" I said.
"Sorry," she said, letting it loose a bit.
"It's not like Mancini would not pull me by my hair soon enough. There's no need," I muttered to myself, but she heard. She met my gaze in the mirror and quickly looked away.
"Ma'am," she said softly. "I think he left the house."
I turned a little. "Left? When?"
"A few minutes ago. I was bringing towels downstairs when I saw him with Mr. Lionel. They were talking outside. He told another of his men that he'd be gone for a while today. I didn't hear anything about where he was going. He just told the men to watch out for someone."
"Who?" I asked, watching her in the mirror.
She shrugged. "I don't know. But he's not in the house at the moment. He may come in late at night," she said.
