“Dress me,” Giselle commanded.

If Henry Jefferson insisted on treating her as his canary, she might as well play the part perfectly.

After all, for someone of Henry’s capabilities, conception was seemingly effortless.

Once she bore him a child, she would be free to leave.

After breakfast, Giselle wished to wander the Laroc Estate and soak up some sun, but was halted at the door by Sophie.

“Miss Lamber, Mr. Jefferson has ordered that you are not to leave ...