"But you're Mrs. Wellington," Margaret insisted, looking at Angelique. "This is your house ..."
"I'm not married," Robert said suddenly. "And even if I were, I'd never marry the help."
Margaret was stunned beyond words. "What do you mean you're not married? Mr. Wellington, you've been married for over twenty years. You even had a ..."
Rachel pressed her fingers against the crystal.
Robert stood up from the sofa. "I don't know who you are, but I've never been married."
Margaret took a step closer to him. "Sir, this woman is doing something to you. You have been married. You are married. Right now."
Rachel clutched the crystal more.
"Of course I'm married," Robert said.
Margaret felt relieved. She had gotten through to him.
"I'm married to Rachel," he said, causing Margaret's heart to sink. He then put his arm around the black woman's back, then pulled her in for an intimate kiss.
Angelique just stood there, as if nothing were wrong.
