Camila's grip on the whip tightens. She points behind Elodie at the maid.“That wench purposefully spilled tea on my dress and you want to support her!?” Camila's jaw clenches “Just you wait, I'll teach her a lesson”

The maid behind whimpers, a tidal wave of guilt and regret washing over her.

Before now, she wouldn't hesitate to slander Elodie when gossiping with the other maids behind her back, yet here she is, cowering behind her for help.

“You've done enough already, Camila,” Elodie says. But Camila snaps at her “Who do you think you are to say that to me?”

Elodie sneers. “Mind you, Camila, you don't stand a chance...