The maids swirled around Kristie, adjusting her gown and hair with meticulous care. Kristie stared at her reflection in the full-length mirror, the face staring back at her, growing increasingly familiar and yet more loathsome with each passing day. A curse escaped her lips as she surveyed her appearance.
"Lady Barbara, did you say something?" one of the maids inquired, her voice tinged with apprehension.
"No!" Kristie snapped, her cold response causing the maids to flinch. They exchanged uneasy glances, the chilling atmosphere of Kristie's demeanour making them uncomfortable.
The thought of Barbara being engaged, particularly using her own body, seethed with rage within Kristie. She yearned to confront Barbara, to lash out until she was unrecognizable.
"We are done," the maids announced, their voices tinged with relief.
