VICTORIA WASHINGTON ;
I watched the maid bow her head, her eyes downcast as she delivered the news. "I'm sorry, but you can't have breakfast once the time has passed. It's the law, and I can't go against it."
Frustration bubbled inside me. "What kind of law is that?!" I exclaimed, feeling my anger rise. “Are you serious? Do you want me to die of hunger? What kind of person makes such a ridiculous rule?”
I threw my hands up in disbelief, my voice echoing through the hallway. "Vincenzo!! Do you want me to starve? What kind of monster makes laws like this?!"
The maid flinched at my outburst, looking even more nervous. I could see her trying to keep her composure, but I didn’t care. I was tired of this absurdity. How could anyone think it was acceptable to enforce such a stupid rule?
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