HAZEL
Angela quickly ran after Natasha.
“No, wait, Natasha....you can’t quit. You don’t want to act so mad.”
Her voice carried down the corridor as Natasha stormed out, Angela hurrying after her.
The kitchen fell deathly silent. The maids wouldn’t look at me at first. Their eyes stayed fixed on the counters, on the floor, anywhere but my face. Then, one by one, they started leaving, slipping out like ghosts.
“You, wait.”
My voice cut through the quiet. I motioned toward one of them. Amelia. Amanda. I still didn’t know her name.
“Yes, miss?” she said softly, stepping back.
“You can go,” I told the others.
They didn’t hesitate. They fled.
I turned back to the one who remained. She was standing rigid, hands clenched in front of her, shoulders drawn in on herself like she was bracing
