Emily’s POV
Panic jutted in me as I held her shaky hands. “What’s the matter, Marietta?! Why are you soaked in blood?”
“It’s Thalia…” Her voice trailed off as sobs racked her chest.
Of course I know Thalia. Everyone does. She is one of the most tenacious workers in the house. She was also Marietta’s favorite. They did everything together, and I watched wistfully sometimes when the both of them bantered playfully while arranging the meals in the dining room. They made me wish I got to spend time with my mother before she passed away.
“What about Thalia?” I said in a half whisper. I could already tell the truth. Something really terrible has happened to Thalia. She probably slipped and fell on broken glass, right? It wouldn’t be something major, right?
“She’s dead!” Marietta dropped th
