Chapter Forty-Six

(Vera's POV)

Bruno's expression froze.

"My apologies, miss." He corrected himself immediately. "A slip of the tongue."

"It's fine," I said.

He backed out and closed the door.

I sat there, staring at the bowl of soup.

Madam.

In this house, forms of address were never casual.

"Miss" meant ...

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