"O Rhiannon," she murmured. The blush crept up the back of her neck and up to her hairline.
"Similar? It is me to the very pore, sir...and you say people have seen me this way." She felt utterly and completely mortified. "And there is no respect, for her mother or for herself."
She closed the folder with trembling hands, and wished that she could sink right into the floor and perish.