“You’ve all been eating way too carelessly these past few years,” she said, directing the chef. “From now on, you should be more particular. Darcey, you should learn to develop some taste.”
I stared at the exquisite but soulless dish in front of me and found myself missing Miss Merrill’s simple bowl of mac and cheese.
But Miss Merrill got fired. Ginger’s reason? “She wasn’t professional enough.”
And Ulysses turned a blind eye to all these changes.
He was getting busier, leaving early and coming home late. And when he was home, all his time was spent with Ginger.
“Lee, don’t you think this painting looks good here?”
“Sure.”
“Darling, will you come with me to pick curtains this weekend?”
“Of course.”
He never said no to her. It was like this villa had always been hers to run.
I started hiding out in the rehearsal room out of habit, hoping to escape her, but even there, I couldn’t.
One day, while I was rehearsing, she walked right in without warning. “Darcey, can I use this room for a bit? My friends want to see it.”
I glanced at the clock. The Youth America Grand Prix was just a day away. “I still need to practice…”