Mrs. Martini.

Ashleigh glared at Amira, her face contorting with pure rage. "How dare you call my father by his name, you filthy little thief?!" Ashleigh snarled, her voice dropping into an ugly, shrill pitch that echoed across the polished marble. "Do you have any idea who he is? He runs this entire VIP section! He can have you thrown out on the street in handcuffs before you even draw your next breath!" She turned to Howard, wrapping her arm tightly around his elbow, expecting him to unleash his usual ruthless authority. "Dad, order security right now! Look at her! She stole those clothes and those accessories right off the racks. Call the police and make sure the whole school sees her getting dragged out!" Her minions chimed in right on cue, lifting their phones higher to record every second of the humiliation. "Yeah, call the police!" "Look at her trying to act tough!" "She's so busted." Amira didn'

Twenty Fouth Maid...

Amira’s eyes lit up slightly—not just because Andrea was standing beside her, but because Ashleigh, who usually never hesitated to run her mouth, looked like she wanted to evaporate into thin air."Mr. Martini, please... my apologies..." Howard lowered his head, crow's feet deepening around the corners of his eyes. "Please, my daughter didn't mean any of that. Do not—"Andrea lifted a single index finger, silencing him instantly. Howard’s face turned a splotchy red. He whipped around to glare at Ashleigh, who immediately dropped her head. Her friends followed suit, awkwardly staring down at their nails.The urge to slap some sense into her right then and there was overwhelming, but Howard held himself back because they were in public. Instead, he grabbed Ashleigh by the hand, yanked her forward toward Amira, and snarled, "Apologize to her. Immediately."Ashleigh nodded without hesitation—a shocking sight for anyone who knew her. Her cheeks burned with raw humiliation. She had never be

Poised. Arrogant.

They all turned their heads in her direction, whispers breaking out under their breath.Claudia strolled in, wearing the standard maid uniform, but compared to the others, hers appeared noticeably shorter and tighter, hugging every curve of her body.Kira frowned slightly. Clutched tightly to her clipboard, she leaned in and whispered to her assistant, Halle, "Did you actually give her the correct size?""Yes, I did. She told me her size and I gave her exactly what she asked for," Halle replied, watching Claudia approach them. "I think she must have altered it herself.""You know how girls these days are..."Claudia finally stopped in front of Kira, a smug smile playing on her lips. "I heard the staff was assembling."Kira maintained a stoic face, while the rest of the maids grumbled at Claudia's blatant lack of professionalism. Kira took another lingering look at her uniform—the way her waist and hips were so deliberately accentuated—and marveled at the audacity of the new girl.Hone

Desperate Much

Amira felt her cheeks heat up, and the fact that he said it so openly made it even worse. She wasn't a fan of public affection, especially when there were eyes watching.Andrea held her by the waist and led her past the aligned maids, but something caught her attention. No, someone.She thought she had seen a ghost, or that she might be imagining things, then paused.Andrea noticed—even though he already knew why—and muttered, "What's is it? Everything good?"Amira didn't answer vocally. Instead, she turned and walked back to where the maids stood with bowed heads, her gaze landing on the blonde-haired one at the very end. She gasped. "Claudia?"There was a moment of profound silence. Claudia, frozen in place, felt heat rush up her neck. She knew the reason she was there was to take what was meant to be hers, and she knew the madam, or mistress, they had referred to was her sister.But she wasn't prepared for a meet-up like this. Claudia wanted to snap, to make demands like she normal

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Mrs. Martini.

Twenty Fouth Maid...

Poised. Arrogant.

Desperate Much