FIFTY-FIVE.

IRIS'S POV.

I nearly jumped out of my skin at the loud shriek that suddenly interrupted the room. Everyone turned to the source and I wasn't an exceptional. My eyes widened at what I saw before whincing a bit.

Not far from the entrance was Paula yelling insults at a poor maid, the reason being that her snow white puffy hands and ridiculously huge quinceanera gown was now a mix of red, blue and yellow colors from the cocktail that was being served this evening.

" You good for nothing little dog! How dare you! Look what you did oh my!"

She cried.

Trembling from head to toe, the girl got on her knees, gathering the pieces of glass that has scattered about.

"I am so sorry my Princess. I didn't see you coming."

She apologized. Paula only glared.

"I'll make sure you pay for this! Get out of my sight dirty thing!"

When she didn't move from her position, Paula howled with a new set of anger. She yanked the poor girl by her hair and pulled her to a standing position.