The implications gradually began to seep into her brain and she swallowed hard; her eyes gaped.
Clara gestured, and we hauled Paula to her feet. “Furthermore, you do not equal us. There are ranks here, and you’re at the bottom. You’re even under Paige, here, who is a chambermaid. Does that give you an idea of where you stand? You don’t know how to dance, you don’t know how to behave, and you still walk like a s**t-kicker striding across a freshly-manured field.”
“When you got here,” Tiffany said, “I offered to show you around and let you know how things worked, and you spit in my face and called me a w***e. Then for three whole days all you did was complain that no one would talk to you. What did you expect?”
Aisha stepped forward and gestured at Paula’s clothes. “You dress like you’re
