You have never noticed her. Nobody does. She has been in the drawing rooms, the private dining rooms, the salon below the members' club for fourteen years-scissors moving, notebook open, watching everything. She knows things about the people upstairs that they have never said aloud. The life Vivienne Ashworth has built is flawless. That is the problem.
She has been exactly the right woman in exactly the right room for nineteen years. Composed. Careful. Present without being known. She has become so completely the person she chose to be that she has almost stopped waiting for the moment it ends.
Then a woman begins attending Calloway's. Third time this month. Always as a guest. Always watching.
Vivienne knows what the watching means. She has been waiting for it since 2007.
She is not the only one keeping count.
The Life She Took is told by the woman nobody noticed. The one who was in every room. The one nobody thought to ask.
