Grace’s P.O.V.
I storm out of the room, fuming with anger, and head to the kitchen to eat something because I have been starving since morning.
How could he lock me in the bathroom because of a mere servant? What did he think of himself? I’ll certainly make him regret doing this with me.
As I stand up from the dining table after finishing my meal, Steve’s father, who has always been kind and warm, approaches me.
He looks at me with concern and asks, “How are you feeling, Grace? Steve told me you’re not well.”
So Steve lied to him. Now it’s my time to teach him a lesson for messing up with me.
I decide to put on a drama to gain sympathy. Sobbing, I say, “I’ve had a terrible day, Dad. Steve locked me in the bathroom for the entire day just because I accidentally dropped a cup of coffee
