Vivian Morton fell silent. Her face burned. Biting her lip, she was so embarrassed she didn't know how to respond.
Vivian wondered if Iris thought she had grown up in high society. She was just a country bumpkin from the mountains. She had the nerve to be picky and complain about the clothes given to her. How thoroughly unlikable!
Iris Dalton glanced at the suitcase and shoe boxes, then pursed her lips toward Mindy, who was standing in the corridor. "Throw this trash into the dumpster, then go to the kitchen and get me something to eat. Four dishes and a soup, extra meat. Thanks for your hard work."
Mindy's eyes lit up, admiring Miss Iris's blunt comeback. Seeing Vivian's stifled, aggrieved expression, she struggled to hold back her laughter and nodded repeatedly. "Right away, Miss Iris."
After Mr. and Mrs. Vaughn left, Simon Sherwood and Leona Vaughn hurried to the Sherwood ancestral home, while Vivian Morton returned to her maiden home to discuss her brother's situation.
