Theresa POV
“Why would she be jealous of me? I am just a maid here, but she is someone of high status. What's the use of that?” I uttered In disbelief. Reflecting on the way she flaunts herself, I never had such an impression.
“Don't you notice the prompt visit? And how does she keep staring at you? If she has the chance she might spill acid on your face” Marie expressed while I hummed.
“I should put on a scarf? I always thought I was some ugly thing who was meant to be in rags and mud. In my pack, I was branded the ugliest. Even my mate hated me. I see no reason why she should be angry at my face, my pathetic-looking face” I huffed.
“Then they are mistaken. If I was as pretty as you back in my teens I bet I would have had so many males tailing my ass” she pouted and I giggled.
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