Brielle
"Do you know how to do anything? I still don't understand why the alphas let you off the hook rather than feeding you off to the guards or their horses." Rose taunted as she snatched the brush I was holding.
She snarled, placing her hand on the portrait. "You have to be very careful, these portraits are art works worth more than your generation. You'll be dead if a scratch is found on any of them."
I bowed softly without a word, watching as she wiped them exactly the way I was wiping before she snatched the brush.
"Here, try again and this time you better do it well, also, do not break any piece, this isn't like the dishes you broke." She mocked and I nodded hastily, biting my lips.
I had never encountered anyone as cruel as Rose, she was equally a maid but she's played herself so high, it feels like she's a god.
She always has complaints to make, it was either not properly done or done too well that you need to redo everything.
