The start of Kayla’s play
It took everything in Kayla to remain composed after hearing those words leave her husband’s mouth. The sting of confusion and humiliation must have been written all over her face, as Brayden shot her a sharp, warning glare. She swallowed hard, forcing a cheerful smile as she smoothed her dress and, for added effect, offered a half-hearted curtsey to their guests. Maintaining the practiced smile, Kayla began describing the first course to the group. But beneath her calm exterior, her mind was already racing, thoughts spinning furiously.
The Start Of Kayla’s Play
A dutiful maid
Instead of taking the empty seat she had set beside Brayden, Kayla moved to the doorway, choosing to stand watch instead. She straightened her posture, clasped her hands behind her back, and fixed her gaze on her husband. Brayden and his colleagues began eating, their guests blissfully unaware of the storm brewing just beneath the surface. Unaware of the response Kayla was carefully planning.
A Dutiful Maid
