Ella's POV:
Every single person froze. None of us had expected such a ridiculous misunderstanding.
"Who are you? What are you doing in my house?" Marie demanded sharply.
The next second, she seemed to realize something. She shoved the woman aside and strode confidently into the mansion.
"Oh, I get it. You're the housekeeper my husband hired, aren't you? I'm the lady of this house now. It makes sense that you wouldn't recognize me yet."
My coworkers and I quietly followed behind, studying the woman's elegant clothes and graceful bearing. She looked nothing like a housekeeper. The woman's face flushed with anger.
She held up her keyring and snapped, "Who are you calling a housekeeper? This house belongs to me. What gives you the right to walk here? Do you realize you're trespassing?"
