"Up!" Maria barked, slamming the servant's wing door open wide as though it was owing her rent.Abigail sat up in the top flat bed, stunned and aching in places she had no idea a body could ever hurt in. Her maid dress clung to her in a second skin of shame.Edward's, or, more specifically, Edward Dante's, head maid, Maria, stood in the doorway, a clipboard clutched in one hand and judgment in both eyes. Tall and wiry, a saltandpepper bun so pulled-back it might have straightened her spine, she radiated militarized discipline in every line of herself."Didn't you think that you could sleep in, new maid?"Miss new maid. Dear God, it sounds so bizarre even now. The title rubbed against Abigail's skin like grit. She had no memory of having agreed to it, but Edward Dante had given it to her as he gave degradation, easily and in thorough control.Maria wrinkled up her nose when she approached the bed. "You smell terrible."Abigail stiffened"Cleaning cages did not humble you?" Maria sniffe
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