Cora’s pov.
The sound of ceramic plates shattering into tiles was not the first sound I expected to hear when I walked into the kitchen.
Nancy shrieked and stepped away from the mess of plates at her feet, I just stood in the doorway and gaped at the clearly frightened lady as she frantically stepped away from the glass shards, Gwen bolted into the kitchen past me and glared at Nancy as she buzzed about.
“What is this?” She hissed, Nancy took a frightened step back and opened her mouth to explain. “Don’t move.”
“Gwen!” I slipped into the kitchen in an attempt to put myself between her and the cowering maid. “Gwen, relax.”
“How did that even fall?!” She questioned Nancy.
Nancy, of course, did not respond. She kept her head tilted down and muttered apologies under her breath, tremb
