Annalise knew that it was coming from the moment she entered the kitchen. She saw the dirty looks and the whispering when she walked in. Of all things, she would have never expected doing her job right would be the reason she was hated. It couldn't be helped that she had a personality Beatrice enjoyed.
Laura, the maid who spoke up earlier, folded her arms and glared at Annalise. "I had better things in mind, but a dog is more fitting of an insult for you."
"This isn't getting any better for you," Annalise muttered. "Just let me get the snacks for Lady Beatrice and be on my way."
