NOTICE: FIRST 1/3RD OF THIS CHAPTER WILL BE EDITED OUT IN A FEW HOURS. BEAR WITH ME!
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"Do you want to talk about it?"
"No." Louisa used the back of her left hand; the one she was holding the slices of bread with to wipe at her eyes. It was obvious that she'd been forced to relive the memory of whatever had happened to her or was still happening to her. Mrs. Phellipe could tell that it was something that had to do with her having to work as a lesser maid in the house. Somehow, Mrs. Phellipe suspected that Madam Eloise was a huge part of the plot.
"She found out, didn't she?" Mrs. Phellipe asked, arms crossed in front of her body.
Louisa kept quiet.
"She did?" Mrs. Phellipe began to fit the puzzle together, linking the situation to how madam Eloise had said she no longer trusted her for being 'Hazel's accomplice'.
That made a whole lot of sense until Louisa opened her mouth to speak.
