"Rita rolled her eyes, with a deep scowl on her face. Isla smiled broadly and moved closer to her. "I want you to repeat what you said earlier." She grinned at Rita, her eyes narrowed into a thin line, her hands behind her back.
Rita blinked in bewilderment, surveying her from head to toe. She shook her head lightly, with a smirk on her lips. "What? You think I'm—" She was about to speak when a hand suddenly grabbed her hair. Before she could react, her forehead was slammed against the steel counter, followed by manic laughter.
The maids stared, wide-eyed, at Rita's Isla, who was still pounding on the counter. Their jaws dropped as they stared at her face, which had a big, wicked grin on it. What exactly are they witnessing? This girl was crazy, she was crazy.
Rita's head, which had bee
