Jane

I stood there, ready for her to fight back, but she didn’t. Instead, she stormed off, her face red with fury and embarrassment.

“Wow, Jane,” June whispered admiringly. “You’re so brave. I wish I could be like you.”

After breakfast, Priscilla gathered all the maids to assign the daily chores. When she got to me, she handed me a list that was three times longer than anyone else’s.

“What?!” I cried out in disbelief. “You’re giving all of this work to just ...