Layla's POV:
"Who let you in here? Get out of my room, now!"
I was directing the other maids to help me clean the room when Melanie burst in, her presence as aggravating as ever.
This mindless, stubborn woman never learned her lesson. She was always full of fight, no matter how many times she got burned.
"Ms. Glen, didn't Madam tell you? This is my room now."
I ran my fingers over the piano, frowning at the layer of dust on my fingers. "Don't bother cleaning it. Just move it out."
The maids nodded in unison and then began to push the piano out.
"How dare you listen to her? Have you forgotten who the real master here is?"
Melanie raised her hand, about to slap one of the maids. I was faster, stepping forward and grabbing her wrist before she could cause any harm.
"Please, continue
