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~Lisa's POV
The kitchen was a mess.
Plates piled in the sink. The floor was stained with oil. Bits of food were scattered everywhere. I sighed and grabbed the rag again, bending down to wipe the floor for the fifth time that evening.
Everyone had already left. They always did. Somehow, every single time we had kitchen duty, I ended up being the last one standing.
I muttered under my breath as I scrubbed. "Lazy witches."
My back ached. My hands were wrinkled and red from the water. My stomach growled, but I pushed the hunger aside. I still had a long way to go.
I was halfway done with the last table when I heard the door creak open.
I paused. My first thought, one of them probably forgot something. Or maybe they came to laugh at me again. I braced myself.
But when I turned, I saw one of the maids walking in slowly, holding something wrapped in cloth. She had a small smile on her face.
That smile instantly made me suspicious.
They never smiled at me. Especially not her.
