Lyra's POV
I gathered leftovers from cleaning tables, sorting through for the most palatable and dishing it out as my supper. I didn't know if it was because they were leftovers but each bite left me nauseated.
Afterwards, I stretched myself out on the cold kitchen floor. The first thing I'm buying when I get my salary is a mattress. That's for sure.
“Rise and shine sleeping beauty!” Madam Beatrice dunked a pail of dirty mop water on me. I gasped, quickly wiping away the blackened water from my face.
“Don't look at me like that, what's the point of letting you sleep back here if you oversleep?” She pushed up the sleeve of her dress, revealing a leather wrist watch.
“2 hours! Your shift started 2 hours ago! I had to clean up the whole place myself while you snored in here like a pig!
