THE WIFE THEY BURIED
If she wanted me close because of what my presence added to her circle, then I wanted her close enough to poison her thoughts.
A knock came at the door.
"Come in."
Rosa entered, followed by two maids carrying three dresses on hangers. The fabrics were rich, deep burgundy, midnight black, a dark, shimmering emerald green. They hung them carefully along the wardrobe rack.
"We've picked the dresses like you've instructed." Rosa said quietly.