Genevieve's POV

　　"Well, I guess you can always recall this then," I stated calmly.

　　I threw the coffee on her face as she gasped, her mouth open in shock as the coffee stained both her face and maid uniform, some of it getting in her eyes as she quickly wiped it away.

　　I placed the cup down on the bedside dresser as Lorenzo emerged from the bathroom in a towel. He looked at the scene in front of him with a serene countenance.

　　Marisa looked ...