"Ms. Rose, can I add you on WhatsApp? Can I post our selfie on Facebook?" May asked, hastily adding, "It's okay if you don't want me to."
"Go ahead," Rose said, handing over her business card for May to scan. She asked softly, "How long have you been here?"
"I was taken in by Mr. Sampson when I was a child. I've been here for eighteen years," May replied, unable to resist asking, "Ms. Rose, you're younger than me, aren't you?"
"I'm eighteen too."
"So, we're the same age."
May took a shine to her, and they chatted for a while before May left.
Downstairs, several servants busied themselves, gossiping about the newly arrived Ms. Rose.
"Where did Mr. Sampson get a niece from out of the blue? Is she a blood relative?"
"What about Serena?"
"Didn't you notice? Ms. Rose looks a lot like Mrs. Collins. She must be her daughter. Serena, on the other hand, seems more like the outsider in this family."
