As I stare further, my mouth opens wide enough for my jaw to threaten to dislocate. It's my former maid alright. The same chocolate waves tumble from her head as her white maid cap is crumpled on the ground but that is where the comparison ends. This woman is beautiful. Jaw-dropping, supermodel beautiful. It's obvious Janice has been battered around a little, but it only serves to make her more pitiful.
Her eyes have heavy lashes, giving her a constant 'come-hither' look. Her brows, which in the past had a soft arch, has become even more defined, and her lips are more pouty and red without any lipstick. Plastic surgery doesn't exist in this world, and even if it did, my former maid wouldn't be able to heal this quickly. What kind of sorcery has turned the girl-next-door into a sexy bombshell worthy of even contending with the empress beside me?
"This wicked woman has committed a grave crime against one of our own," Robbie continues.
