Gwen’s POV
My heart was pounding with both anger and disbelief as I stared at Nora, who stood in front of me as she came into my room.
I could still hear the echoes of the slap in my mind, and Aurelia’s cheek bore the red mark of Nora’s hand.
"Why did you slap her?" I asked with a quiver in my voice.
Nora folded her arms, squeezing her face she said. "I asked her to do my laundry, and she didn't do it right.
I found some of my clothes burnt. She said had washed and ironed them properly without them getting burnt, but I know she's lying."
Aurelia who was kneeling as she helped me buckle my sandals, shook her head vehemently.
I never said that Nora. I did do your laundry, I washed the clothes and ironed them properly with no incident, maybe someone else did that to your clothes.
