Megan’s POV

“You gotta look good, ma’am,” Lila said, her voice shaky, laying a black dress on the desk in the small office room Alexander gave me to get ready.

My hands trembled, my heart pounding as I stared at the mirror, my old blouse loose, my eyes red from crying. His demand last night to work here hit me hard, and the note I found, Victor’s letter about divorcing his ex-wife for no heir made my stomach twist with fear of having a girl instead of a boy.

“This place is a ...