Getting blamed for what's not your fault is hellishly hurtful. Violette knew from when she got accused of stealing at the La Rosa mansion.
Tears and helplessness follows, and it'll be worse if no one believes your innocence story.
As she carried the tray containing the cup refills of the beet juice out of the kitchen, her steps were slow with contemplation.
If this goes the wrong way, it'd be entirely her fault, different from the stealing incident.
This time, she won't be able to defend herself, and claiming innocence would be harder.
That made her reconsider, and she whirled, turning back into the kitchen.
"Mum?" Lucia's voice stopped her. Her hands tightened on the tray, and her eyes widened.
Mum?
Did she hear wrong?
She turned around, facing the kids at the dinning who're star
