From The Grey House:
“We have an intruder.” Joseph spoke quietly and directed Vincent’s attention to the woman in the blue velvet dress. She was speaking to Morgan, or rather; she was ignoring Morgan, who was trying to talk to her.
“Who is she?” Vincent was mildly curious about the olive-skinned woman in the blue dress. Her beautiful black hair was mostly tied back in a French twist, with a few loose strands framing her face. He could not see her eyes, but he assumed they would be dark.
Vincent nearly choked on the blood he was sipping. “What? How?”
“Unsure. Jordan doesn’t remember letting her in.” Joseph pulled out his handkerchief and started blotting at Vincent’s fine Italian suit. “You should be more careful sir, you’re wearing a white shirt.”