Mary came whispering as she rushed into Isabella’s room.

“Mr Booker didn't let him stay,” she announced.

Isabella stopped mid-fold. She turned slightly away from the pile of beautiful dresses Booker had ordered for Leona.

“What do you mean by ‘him’? Who are we talking about?”

Mary was agile for her age. She yanked a chair right from underneath a table as she brought it to Isabella’s side. She had a bright smile.

“I didn't feel comfortable with him either. He has an eerie ...