Changes

Morning.

The sun is already rising in the east and the maids were already in my room doing their work. If irritating me is part of their job, I can say that they are really doing a great job at it. They are getting on my nerves.

Their scrutinizing eyes landed on me again as they laughed as if mocking me. “Serve her right for stealing Ma'am Hanzel's place in this house.”

I bet they intended to make it loud enough for me to hear. If they are going to make me leave this house, they should at least make an effort to do it. Not this way. Not through a child's play. Because this kind of prank won't work. I've been living my life hearing ridicules and mockery from our neighbors after spending a night with that fucking mafia. I've heard something worse than this.

And I never steal anything from anyone.

I rolled my eyes and decided to just check my wound. Unlike yesterday, it wasn't bleeding anymore.

“And to think that she's faking her illness to get Sir Bryce's attention. She's really w