Vance,” Lupita said, a humble, radiant smile on her face.

“Mr.

Sterling asked me to bring up breakfast for you and little Lily myself.” Clara stepped aside and welcomed her in, and Lupita set the tray down, and her eyes lingered on the roses, and then she turned to Clara with her hands folded before her.

“Mrs.

Vance,” she said, her voice trembling.

“I don’t know how to thank you for what you did last night.

I’ve worked in housekeeping for sixteen years.