Chapter 15- Are You Here To Frame Me Again
LENA
“Are you okay?” a voice asked soft, cutting through the quiet.
I immediately wiped my tears with the back of my hand, my eyes puffy and sore, and raised my head slow to see who it was.
A girl about my age stood there, her maid uniform like mine.
Her hair was tied back simple, her hands nervously folded in front of her.
Her expression wasn’t cruel. It wasn’t mocking. She just… looked worried.
“I am fine,” I said quick, my voice cracking despite trying to sound strong. “Are you here to mock me like the other maids? You can get it started so we can get it over with soon.”
Her eyes widened, and she lifted her hands slightly in defense. “What? No! Why would you even think that?” she said, shaking her head fast. “I’d never be like them. I
