ESTRELLA'S POV
“Trina!“ I yell. “What are you doing?!“ She quickly focuses her hand on the glass, but the damage has been done, and my dress is completely drenched in red.
“Oh, Mrs. Nicholas, I'm so sorry.“ At this point, I must have heard that phrase a thousand times. It's on a loop in my head.
“Trina, you weren't paying any attention at all.“ I snap, and she recoils in disbelief over the way I just spoke to her. I have never raised my voice at anyone of them. If there was something I wanted them to change, I would ask them politely. I don't believe maids and employees should be treated less than any other person. I was once a waitress, so I know no one willingly wants to serve another person.
“I… I'm sorry. I didn't know what I was thinking.“ She looks like she's going to cry anyti
