Chapter 42: Chic Vogue

Amity’s POV

“Are you Boss?” I asked the tall, willowy girl with her almost silvery pale skin and midnight black hair.

She smiled and giggled, covering her mouth with her hands.

“No of course not! I’m not Matron! Matron is out,” she said softly.

“Is this a brothel?” I asked, my stomach in knots. Matron? Was this young girl a former kidnap victim too made to work for Matron.

“No, no,” said the