Paris, 1944. "Traitor!" yells the crowd as they push me down onto a stool. "Nazi collaborator." Tears blur my vision as the razor grazes my scalp, waves of blonde hair falling to the ground. As men paint a swastika across my face, I hold onto one small glimmer of hope. They have no idea who I am. Louise Basset works as a housemaid at The Ritz Hotel, home to the most...