The young maid shot the head maid a smug look before turning to the nanny. "I have urgent news for the mistress, and it cannot wait."
The head maid clenched her jaw; she was biting her words back. She could clearly see it—the ambition in the maid's eyes, which glittered like greed in her eyes. The delusional belief that she could climb higher with just one secret.
The head maid tried to stifle a laugh at the foolishness. She wanted to tell the girl that her place wasn't so easily won and that the favors in this palace came with a price. But instead, she stepped back and allowed the nanny to take over.
"Very well, Come with me," the nanny said with her usual stern but authoritative voice.
The young maid was brimming with a sense of victory as she followed the nanny. As they walked past the head maid, she cast one final look over her shoulder, her lips curling into a satisfied smile. The head maid could only shake her head.
