Chapter 10

Annabel's Pov.

"Thank you..." I said awkwardly to the maids still pouring whatever it was on their little bowl in the air and on my feet when I stepped into the cozy room I was led into. "You can... stop now." I stammered, and they immediately stopped.

"How would you like your bath to be Miss? And which of us would you like to bath, massage, and dress you up?" One of the three maids that followed me in said with her eyes pointed to the floor, as a sign of respect I think.

Mortified, my eyes abruptly stopped scanning the tastefully furnished room and snapped in her direction as I struggled with assembling my thoughts while making sense of what she just said.

I couldn't believe that aside from the fact that the punk was a self-obsessed human who fed into his pride by making his servants sing stupid praises to him, he was also a sick person who forced women to bathe and dress him up like some superior being or something.

In all my years as a practical slave to the Wesley's, (which I