"Did you pack the clothes?"
"Yes, but I didn't find the red ones."
"What?! I told you to sort them out before."
Two maids could be seen packing up luxurious pairs of clothes.
"I did."
The younger maid pouted.
The room they were in was a large room with a king-size bed in the centre, surrounded by decorations of varied types.
The windows were just open enough to let the sun peek through, the calm waves of the cool wind crashing against the curtains.
Every inch of the room screamed wealth, something which very few could afford.
And the Frosts were one of them.
"Surely young miss wouldn't mind a cloth or two missing."
The young maid tried to defend herself, but her pitiful attempts were met with a—
Smack!
"Ouch! What was that for?!" Rubbing her head, she looked at her senior with teary eyes.
"Young miss may be benevolent, but that doesn't mean you should slack off on your duties."
Smack!
Getting another hit on the back of her head seemed to have stopped her resistance.
