That evening I was excused from serving supper because of my injury but they were already so many rumors about how I escaped work to get a break. Some versions said I purposely cut my hands while others said I pretended to be injured after destroying the expensive flower pots. Some servants had even come into the room that evening claiming they only wanted to pay Anne a visit but they indirectly threw nasty comments at me. I knew I was the one being referred to, but I didn't say a word to them.
"We all try our best to work hard while others just wants to take short cuts. Nasty!" Said one as she glanced at me. I adjusted myself on the bed as I continued reading my book.
"If I had a short cut, I'll take it with open arms." Anne said cluelessly and the girls sighed.
"You are too na
