Anna stumbled backward, clutching her left wrist with her right hand, a sharp yelp escaping her lips.
Hearing Anna’s sharp yelp, two maids rushed into the dining room at once.
One of them gasped, “What happened?”
Anna didn’t answer. She just stood there, wincing.
The maids’ gaze darted around the room before settling on the table, where the stew lay in a messy, spilled puddle.
Then, their gaze shifted to Anna’s left hand, scalding bright red, the hot stew still sliding from her fingers and the maids’ eyes widened in shock.
Camilla turned to Anna, a smug smile on her face. “Stupid girl,” she sneered. ‘You’re so clumsy—that stew almost spilled on me”
Anna glared at her, holding her hand. “I…I kept the tray steady… I don’t know how it… it spilled,” she stammered, her voice trembling.
