The last thing I expected that evening was to play judge between my long-time friend and my maid. Their voice in the living room had pierced through the air like a sharp blade.I rushed in with Richard right behind me. Harley stood in the center of the room, face flushed with anger, pointing an accusing finger at Maria, our maid.“She insulted me!” Harley snapped. “Can you imagine that! Your maid dared to call me entitled and rude. I won’t stand for that kind of behavior in your home, Camilla.” Harley folded her arms and looked the other way. Her chest rose and fell. Damn, she was really angry. I could never imagine. Maria looked pale and shaken, clutching a tea tray tightly. “Ma’am,” she swallowed. “I only asked if you wanted more sugar in your tea. I didn’t say anything else. I swear.” I glanced at my friend and almost immediately it clicked. Harley told my maid was calling her fat. Harley had been sorry about being on the plus side since sch
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