My mother’s maid Sandra was there already packing my belongings. I despised her because she was always there and I felt my mother loved her more than she did me even though I was her daughter. The bond she shared with my mother was enough to get me to hate her then she had the audacity to act as if we were sisters. Trying to always gossip with me when I just wish the peasant would leave me be. I had more important things to do than listen to her annoying voice blather on and on about nothing that interested me. If all that wasn’t enough I knew she came from a supposedly very powerful witch family, yet they are so poor that Sandra had to leave her family to come here to work for us as a servant. So I honestly don’t believe the rumors considering if they were as powerful as they say they wou
