Vanessa rubbed her temples as she walked back and forth across the thick carpet with a vacuum. The old witch had given her the task to clean the spacious living room along with three other maids, and Vanessa had been up on her feet since six in the morning, dusting and sweeping. It truly made Vanessa realize how large this mansion was.
"Good morning, Miss Nielson."
Hearing the greeting, Vanessa looked up. Beth had walked into the living room, carrying a thick folder. She didn't look like she slept well last night. Her eyes were rimmed with red, her face slightly haggard.
"Good morning, Miss Nielson," Vanessa said politely.
Towards Beth, Vanessa didn't know how to feel about her. They were once close friends, and yet the other girl had done plastic surgery to copy her features. No matte
