Amy’s POV

"Child, you look as pale as a ghost," Madame Loretta commented disapprovingly, her brush going into my hair mercilessly, running through until it reached my scalp and then up to the tip of my hair, brushing it out. Currently, she was preparing me to meet the boss, Antonio.

Surprisingly, she had gotten nicer over the days. It wasn't like she let off the moment she saw me walking into a room, but I felt less like an insect and more like a person when she saw me now. I mean, the Loretta I knew when I first came here would have not asked me why I looked so...