Rae
I watch in horror as she bows to them. Her stupid sister smirks triumphantly. "Girl, you don't have to do that anymore," I say. "She needs to always show us respect, no matter what," her father tells me. "Brielle, we have been looking everywhere for you. I spilled wine on my scarf, go wash and dry it and bring it back to me. Hurry up," she throws it at Brielle, and I see red. I grab it and throw it back at her since Brielle looks afraid. "You go wash and dry it. Brielle isn't your f*cking maid anymore," I say. Her eyes widen.
"Brielle, get away from her. This girl is not a good example. She was clearly not taught manners or how to respect people," her father says. "I was taught to respect those who respect me. Brielle should actually be taking notes from me and not allowing you peo
