The Real Game

Maeve was sitting near the window, reading a hardcover novel she had found on the shelf, when the door opened. She didn’t bother looking up.

“Young Miss, the Master asked you to come downstairs for dinner,” Darlene said as she stepped in. She held out a red dress draped neatly over one arm. “You will be wearing this tonight.”

Maeve marked her page and closed the book. She set it aside and looked a