WINTER

My face burned with humiliation but I shoved the feeling down. I pushed myself to my feet, fixing her with a glare that grew brighter the longer I held it. This was too much and I couldn’t take it anymore.

Before I had even thought it through, my hand was already moving.

I slap her hard.

The maid's eyes widened briefly before narrowing with fury that burned like wildfire.

Anger swirled in them as she snapped, “How dare you lay a hand on me? Who do you think you are ...