Odette’s pov
The cold water soothed my skin as I washed the plates that lay before me. Despite minutes of washing, it was a tease to end.
“Is this all you can do?” Martha, the head maid, yelled the instant she stepped into the room.
“All, this is a lot,” I responded my love low but laced with how frustrated I was.
“Really?” She widened her eyeball, her hand grabbing the plates on the desk.
“I guess they are too much.” She said, putting more plates into the basin.
My hand froze, and my legs wobbled as I rubbed the foam around them.
She stood behind me, her hand resting on her waist. “Make sure they are all spotless. I need to see my face on them, " she growled.
My back was starting to ache, as the more I cleaned it, the more she was adding.
“You should be fast, " she yelled a
