NATIONAL BESTSELLER • AN ELLE BEST BOOK OF THE YEAR • A daring art heist on the eve of Molly’s wedding reveals long-buried secrets in this intriguing and heartwarming novel from the #1 New York Times bestselling author of The Maid and The Mystery Guest . ”A big-hearted examination of wealth and social class.”— Oprah Daily ”A glorious read . . . intrigue, heart, and humanity in spades.”—Lucy Foley Molly Gray’s life is about to change in ways she could never have imagined. As the esteemed Head Maid and Special Events Manager of the Regency Grand Hotel, two good things are just around the corner—a taping of the hit antiquities TV show Hidden Treasures and, even more exciting, her wedding to Juan Manuel. When Molly brings in some old trinkets to be appraised on the show, one item is revealed to be a rare and coveted artifact worth millions. Molly becomes a rags-to-riches sensation, and a media frenzy swirls as she prepares to sell her priceless treasure. Then, on auction day, the treasure suddenly vanishes. and Molly and her friends find themselves at the center of the boldest art heist in recent memory. But the key to this mystery lies in the past, in a long-forgotten diary written by Molly’s Gran. For the first time ever, Molly learns about her grandmother’s secrets: how she was born into a wealthy family and fell head-over-heels in love with a young man her parents deemed below her. As fate would have it, Gran’s greatest love was someone Molly knows quite well. A spirited heist caper and an epic love story, The Maid’s Secret is a spell-binding whodunit that will capture your heart. Praise for The Maid's Secret “Wonderful . . . The perfectly timed reveals in each story line complement each other, and Prose seamlessly integrates the tones of 1950s melodrama and zany contemporary caper. Energetic and full of heart, this proves that Prose’s series deserves a long run.” — Publishers Weekly , starred review “A big-hearted examination of wealth and social class.” — Oprah Daily “A glorious read . . . Intrigue, heart, and humanity in spades.” —Lucy Foley, New York Times bestselling author of The Midnight Feast Praise for The Maid A Good Morning America Book Club pick “A delightful whodunit.” — People “The reader comes to understand Molly’s worldview, and to sympathize with her longing to be accepted—a quest that gives The Maid real emotional heft.” — The New York Times Book Review (Editors’ Choice) “Excellent and totally entertaining . . . the most interesting (and endearing) main character in a long time.” —Stephen King “What begins as a sprightly murder mystery turns into a meaningful, and at times even delicate, portrait of growth.” —NPR “A murder mystery with tremendous heart.” —Lisa Jewell, New York Times bestselling author of None of This Is True “Think Clue . Think page-turner.” — Glamour “[Molly’s] bravery, kindness, and lack of artifice are engaging enough to have you rooting for her all the way.” — The Guardian Nita Prose is the #1 New York Times bestselling author of The Maid, which has sold more than two million copies worldwide, The Mystery Guest, and The Mistletoe Mystery . A Good Morning America Book Club pick, The Maid won the Ned Kelly Award for International Crime Fiction, the Fingerprint Award for Debut Novel of the Year, the Anthony Award for Best First Novel, and the Barry Award for Best First Mystery. The Maid was also an Edgar Award finalist for Best Novel. Chapter 1 A few years ago, when my gran was alive, she gave me a key. It’s a simple skeleton key, tarnished and worn. No amount of polishing has ever made it shine. To this day, I don’t know why she gave it to me or what it unlocks. Gran was ailing when she produced it from under her pillow and pressed it into my hands. I didn’t know it at the time, but she had only a few days to live. “Dear girl, this is for you,” she said as she folded the key into my palm with surprising force. “What does it open?” I asked. “My heart,” she replied matter-­of-­factly. I sometimes have trouble deciphering the literal from the figurative, but even all those years ago, I knew enough about human anatomy to understand that no key in the world can unlock the human heart. “If that’s a metaphor, I don’t grasp it,” I said. “Precisely what does this key open? A locked box? A drawer? A safe, perhaps?” “It’s the key to everything,” Gran insisted. “It is all of me. And it is for you.” Gran was so ill by this point that I assumed her mind was addled from pain. Moreover, I knew it was. There were times during those final days when she’d mutter unintelligibly under her breath—­ Birds of a feather . . . or A stitch in time . . . At other moments, she’d suddenly call out to someone she saw in her bedroom when there was no one there but me. “Gran,” I urged whenever she regained consciousness. “This key fits a lock. Where’s the lock?” Her eyes fluttered—­open, closed, open. She homed