FORSYTHIA’S POV
I placed my foot on Jill’s thigh as she removed my shoes and began to massage my feet. Meanwhile, I kept glaring at Draco, letting him know exactly how I had defeated him.
A rush of bitter vindication surged through me. How does it feel, Jill? Do you like being looked down upon? Why did you do that to me? I wanted to scream those questions into her face.
Yet, I knew I shouldn't treat her like this. How hypocritical of me to degrade Jill while simultaneously pitying her. Even with my revenge, treating someone like garbage just felt wrong.
To shake off the thought and stay alert, I glanced at Gianis.
“Jill,” I called out.
“Yes, Luna.”
“I heard you've been promoted to assistant housekeeper. Congratulations.”
“Thank you, Luna.”
I reached for a grape and popped it into
