"I'm here because I've been assigned to you," he said.
"What?" I slapped a hand over my mouth.
Bella straightened and followed my line of sight straight to the framed daguerreotype of Celia's father hovering-as she would have seen it-above the armchair. She screamed and collapsed onto the rug in a dead faint.
Celia sighed. "Oh dear. She was such a good maid too."