EMILY
I sank my knees into the mat, trying hard not to screech in pain at the way I had been kneeling for the last two hours. I realised that Sia was right; being a maid in this pack was another sort of hell. I sighed as I dug my hand into the flour that I had been told to prepare for everyone. It was too much, and I wasn’t even sure if I was getting the process correctly or not. Everything was just a mess, and it wasn’t a healthy one at all. It made me feel so tired and frustrated.
"Miss?" A voice called quietly behind me.
I swallowed as I looked around, and the maids were all glaring at me. I took a deep breath as I looked behind, only to see Cynthia looking at me kindly. She was the only one who wasn’t nasty to me, and I didn’t know how to thank her for the very same.
"Cynthia, did
