SAVANNAH’S POV “Don't leave this room until you're done!” My stepmother Vera McGrathy’s voice split through the air, her face red with fury and disgust. “When it's time to serve we’ll call you.” I stood in the dimly lit room, alone, clutching a mop stick with a bucket on another hand. My chest ached. I spontaneously wiped the hot tears gathered beneath my eyelids with my stained apron as cheers and laughter echoed from outside. How could they be celebrating my suffering? This is a nightmare I want to wake up from. Thirty minutes later, I was finished cleaning. My stepmother’s stilettos echoed in the hall, growing louder until she was right in front of me again. “Take this,” she snapped, flinging a dress at me. “Change into it. We can't have you looking like a maid in front of our guests.” I scoffed, clutching the mop stick even tighter. Of course, I was a maid—one they used however they pleased. Ever since my father died, My step mother and sister changed from the loving family
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