"Thank you, that's very gracious of you, Kevin." Ella smiled at the boy, turning her attention to Hattie and holding up the gloves.

"My lady, your hands should be protected. You don't want to break a nail or get such flawless skin dirty, do you?"

God. She felt sick to her stomach just saying those words. But she said them with an earnest smile. At Hattie's question though, she glances over at the boy, and then back to Hattie.

"Forgive me, my lady, but he already has an apron."