Clap
Clap
Clap
And the slightly ajar door was pushed open, Emily stepped into the kitchen, her eyes swept through the kitchen.
Treasure drew in a sharp breath, Sarah's face paled as they stared at the lady standing before them with poise and elegance.
"What an excellent decision!" She smirked, her gaze sharp.
"Ma'am?" Treasure greeted but Emily silently bypassed her.
"Sarah, you don't have to start guessing about the stock I'm made of…when I can easily prove that to you.
Before Sarah would understand what she meant…a tingling sensation grazed her cheeks.
Smack
Smack
"This was the first of what I'm made of."
She smiled softly as she glanced down at her hand, her face twisted with disgust as though she had touched some filth.
"You slapped me?" Sarah asked as she managed to find her voice.
"Oh! The slap…you so much deserve more from me, I was just being compassionate."
