I gazed up at her and recognized her immediately. She was a woman in a red dress with blonde hair. Clara, Silvio's mistress, was someone I had heard about before arriving here. Eve had warned me to steer clear of her. I could tell she was furious as she glared at me with angry eyes.

“Who do you think you are? Just a maid, that’s all you are,” she snapped, and as I attempted to rise, she shoved me back down.

“How dare you sleep with my man? Who gave you the right? How far do you think you can go against me?” she hissed, her breath coming in heavy...