11. Raven
I stood there flabbergasted as I looked at her and chuckled though my body was weak.
I wanted to laugh out of disbelief. Me, Raven Tatiana Maddox, calling her My Lady as if she was royalty? The audacity! She really thought she could bully me?
“Grace, what are you—”
“I said, call me ma lady, or I’ll tell Morgan that you insulted her in front of me. And you know what?” She smirked, leaning closer until her breath hit my face, her brown eyes glaring like an owl’s. “She’ll believe me. You know that, don’t you? She always believes even the slaves over you.”
Her words hit like a slap. Deep and stinging. Just like always. Morgan saw me as filth, and now even her maid treated me like garbage. No one respected me. Not even the lowest of them.
I closed my eyes for a second, clenching
