Florence
I swiped at my forehead with the back of my palm, letting the beads of sweat drop to the ground. The moment they reached the ground though, a wave of regret washed over me.
I had just mopped there and now I would have to do it all over again
*Oh good lord*
I sighed as I stared at the one wet ground. If I looked closely and from a different angle, I could see that particular spot glistening under the warm glow of the chandelier lights.
I was just about to swipe my mop over the spot, when a thought came to mind. Suddenly, I found my eyes darting from the stairs that led to the foyer and Dominique's room, back to the wet spot just in front of me.
What if I left it just as it was? It was barely noticeable too and it wouldn't cause any harm right? Unless Dominique
