Chapter 22: My Feet are No Longer Mine

Sarah’s POV.

Mrs. Lincoln looks at me for a moment, her eyes piercing. As she finally speaks, her voice is silky and authoritative.

"Sarah, isn't it?" she inquires, her tone tinged with inquiry. "I've heard a lot about you," Mrs Lincoln says as she gives me a photo, smirking, "and I must say, I'm intrigued."

I swallow anxiously, not knowing how to react. That's the scene Henry and I hugged on the street, according to the photo. "I don't have any relationship with him, ma'am," I say, my voice trembling. "How come you know who I am?"

Mrs. Lincoln smiles, a warm and genuine smile that takes me by surprise. "I admire you for that," she says. "My son has never noticed any girls."

I cast a peek at Agatha, who nods with pride in her eyes. Before responding, I take a moment to gather my thoughts. When I realize that every maid in this room has overheard my talk with Mrs. Lincoln, I blush.

Feeling the other maids' collective focus on me, I swallow my throat and address Mrs. Lincoln sincer