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"They built their lies on my pain, but now I am the earthquake that will shatter their foundation." ~Araneae Ruber
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EDIVA's MOUTH deepened to a frown as she saw the light brown plaster that was stuck on her neck. After explaining it all to her, the head of maids was filled with rage that she couldn't think straight, and she began plotting.
Ediva sent the night plotting what she would do to Luella. Stealing from the kitchen inventory to pay the coachman for her plot.
Hearing the sound of clicking heels, she turned around and her eyes darkened. Just staring at her vexed her soul. She wore clothes that weren't bought from her purse.
"Good morning, Luella." She greeted, gritting her teeth.
Luella said nothing as she passed her, not acknowledging her greeting.
Looking at the sun Luella, smiled, "Today would surely be a good day. Don't you think so… Ediva?"
