Effie chuckled. “Shouldn’t you be asking yourself that question?” she replied. “Are you out of inspiration lately, that you have to copy me just to keep up? But let’s be honest, not everyone can pull off what I do. At best, you’re a cheap knockoff.”
“Shut up! You’re the one copying me!” Suzan snapped, her jaw clenched so tightly she was practically grinding her molars to dust.
Effie, on the other hand, remained perfectly composed. It was obvious to anyone watching who was rattled and who wasn’t.
She took out her phone and called Old Mrs. Lawrence’s housekeeper. Within moments, the woman appeared at the door.
The housekeeper recognized Effie immediately and greeted her warmly. “Miss Bagnold, you’re here! Mrs. Lawrence was thrilled to hear you were coming. She asked me to bring you in right away.”
“Thank you. I’ll come in now,” Effie replied politely.
But Suzan stepped forward, blocking their path. She pointed accusingly at the security guard. “Wait a minute! Who are you to just let her in? He welcomed me in because I’m Miss Bagnold. I’m Shepard’s daughter.”
The housekeeper shook her head, confused. “I’m sorry, I don’t know you.”
Suzan looked like she might explode. “I’m Lionel Blackmire’s niece—the wealthiest man in the county!”
But the housekeeper just shook her head again. “You may share the last name, but the only guest Mrs. Lawrence has been waiting for is Miss Effie Bagnold.”
“The guard must be mistaken,” Suzan protested.
Suzan didn’t know the housekeeper, but the security guard certainly did. While Old Mrs. Lawrence preferred a quiet life in her old house, she always brought her housekeeper along when she returned home, so if the housekeeper said Effie was the expected guest, there was no doubt about it.
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