Chapter 321

Vivian's breath caught when she opened the wardrobe. Every shelf overflowed with designer garments, each piece tailored to her exact measurements. The Blackwoods had practically raided every luxury boutique in Newport City for her.

Guilt twisted her stomach. Their generosity was overwhelming. After helping Margaret escape, she'd come clean and beg for their forgiveness.

She selected a black blouse and white slacks, then expertly altered them to mimic the Blackwood staff uniform. At the vanity, she applied aging makeup and pulled her hair into a severe bun.

"Perfect," Vivian murmured, admiring her disguise in the mirror. She looked every inch the Blackwood housemaid.

Moonlight bathed the estate grounds.

A cluster of servants huddled near the east fountain, whispering furiously.

"Did you see how Master Nathaniel dotes on that woman? Old Mr. Blackwood treats her like royalty!"

"Rumor says she's barren. That's why her first marriage failed. Can you imagine? Our perfect Master Blackwood with a divorced woman?"

"Disgraceful! The family's standards are slipping."

Vivian's nails bit into her palms as she eavesdropped from behind a marble column. "Exactly," she hissed, stepping into view. "The Blackwoods deserve better than some used goods."

The servants jumped. "Who are you?"

Vivian bowed her head. "New staff. Please guide me."

Their posture immediately shifted to superiority. "The Blackwoods only hire the elite. You look... common. What's your assignment?"

"I'm guarding some prisoner," Vivian said, scratching her head with feigned confusion. "A woman who insulted the family? But I can't find the confession room..."

Understanding dawned on their faces. Not one questioned her story.

"Follow me," the head maid sniffed.

Vivian trailed behind, amazed at how easily they'd swallowed her lies.

Then the maid froze. She turned slowly, eyes narrowing. "Wait... your uniform. The stitching is wrong."