6 Meeting Nick Again

I gritted my teeth and swallowed my shame as she and her maid watched, slowly taking off my muddy smock to reveal my tattered grey mended dress. The dress had been worn for a long time, the edges of the fabric had worn out, and even the patchwork had turned gray.

I put my old shoes and smock in the corner of the door and stepped into the room barefoot.

I went over, took the shoes from the maid's hands and knelt down to put them on for her. Then I heard her voice. “Go and take her trash out.”

"Yes." The maid went to the door, and before I could react, she picked up my clothes and shoes and threw them out of the hallway window.

"You!" That's all I have left! I couldn't help glaring up at her.

"I love that angry look in your eyes," she smiled at me and grabbed my chin, “It gives me great pleasure to see you suffer. Do you think I should ask father to take you to the Royal Family as my maid?”