The Sly Lady

‘Sir Bryce is waiting for you at his office, my lady.’

That was what the maid said first thing in the morning and somehow, it irritated me. I haven’t even eaten my breakfast yet and the news that that man wanted me to go to his office again got into my nerves. He really treats me like his servant.

I took a deep breath.

Hell. All of them were getting on my nerves lately. The incident about Bryce making me wait for hours in front of his office spread and became the servant’s gossip. Some even mocked me for it, especially the maid who was serving me at the moment.

I heard someone knock on the door before it burst open. The sound coming from the sandal didn’t escape my ears as well as how slow those footsteps are.

I am currently looking at my reflection in the mirror when the girl stormed into my room. Her curly hair and usual glare didn’t change at all. Hanzel Green looked at me with disdain.

“Somehow, I envy you for the things that you own now. This was meant to be mine in the first