Delphine humiliates housemaid Sabina by forcing her face into a half-eaten dessert and telling her that scraps are all she deserves.
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Chapter 16 / 17
Chapter 16
Three years after the engagement dinner, I hosted another formal charity dinner in the same ballroom.
Sabina coordinated service.
Different uniform now.
Longer skirt.
Keys at her waist.
No apron.
Delphine attended as head of a Sedgewick hospitality group.
Invited professionally.
Interesting test.
They saw each other near the dessert table.
Both stopped.
I stayed out.
Delphine spoke first.
“Good evening.”
Sabina answered.
“Good evening.”
That was it.
No symbolism required.
Later Delphine asked me quietly:
“Does she hate me?”
“I don’t know.”
“You never asked?”
“No.”
That surprised her.
Sabina’s feelings were not information I was entitled to simply because they concerned someone I once loved.
May you like
Delphine nodded.
Growth recognizes privacy.
