IMELDA'S POV

"I still don't understand why Mirabelle would invite any of us for an outing when she clearly hated our guts and she never for once failed to hide it," Maya frowned as I helped her tighten her corset.

"When does she even have the time to plan an outing when she should be clearly busy cleaning or doing other chores now that she is a maid."

"Stop overthinking things Maya and be like Naya," I advised, tightening her corset, she glanced at Naya and frowned.

"I can't possibly be like Naya, she does things without thinking as though she doesn't have a brain," she frowned and I giggled....