"Lady Alaina said she is to do the dishes tonight."
Agnes stepped away from the counter, hands on her waist. She was of average height with wide hips and an ample bosom. Her dress was blue, her apron red, and a mob cap kept her hair hidden from view.
"I don't want some spoiled brat handling my dishes. We will have to redo everything. Look at her, she hasn't washed dishes a day in her life." She stared Maya up and down with an air of disappointment.
Maya wasn't sure if she should be pleased or not because Agnes made no effort to hide her dislike. It was as if she disliked her too much to share her kitchen.
"Doesn't matter. Lady Alaina said to make her do it again if she messes up," Bess insisted, clearly having no intention of giving up.
"And who is going to make sure she does a good job?" Agnes moved her hands from her waist and crossed them underneath her breasts as she sized up Bess.
