Costly mistake

The night of the gala is fast approaching, and the mansion buzzed with activity as the preparations where made. Abigail has spent hours making sure that every details of Veronica outfit was flawless. The dress a delicate creation of silk and lace, was a masterpiece, and Veronica has especially insistent that it been handle with up most care.

"I wonder while I even care, but nevertheless.

Abigail nerve was on the edge as she made her way to Veronica's room, the dress carefully draped over her hands. The weight of the responsibility felt like a physical burden, and she silently prayed that nothing goes wrong.

But as she reached the top of the grand staircase, disaster struck. Her foot caught on the edge of the carpet, and before she could catch her self, she stumbled forward. The dress slipped from her grasp, falling to the floor in a crumble heap. Abigail heart stops as she stared down at the dress, Horror flooding through her.

"No, no, no..." she whispered, dropping to her knees to pick it up.

"Now am in trouble, she whispered to her self.

But it was too late. The delicate fabric had snagged on the edge of a step, leaving a noticeable tear in the lace. Abigail's hands trembled as she tried to smooth it out, but the damage was done. The dress was ruined.

Panic surged through her. She knew what this meant—Veronica would be furious, and there was no telling what she would do. Abigail could already imagine the anger, the scathing words, the inevitable punishment. Her breath came in shallow gasps as she tried to think of a way to fix it, but there was nothing she could do.

Footsteps approached, and Abigail looked up to see Veronica standing at the top of the stairs, her expression cold and unyielding. Alex stood beside her, his face unreadable as he looked down at the scene before him.

"What have you done?" Veronica's voice was icy, cutting through the silence like a knife.

"I... I'm sorry," Abigail stammered, her voice trembling. "It was an accident. I didn't mean to-"

"An accident?" Veronica's eyes flashed with fury as she stepped forward, snatching the dress from Abigail's hands. She held it up, inspecting the tear with a look of pure disdain. "This is ruined! Do you have any idea how much this dress costs? How important the gala is ?" Why am I even asking her what can this poor fool understand, Veronica thought,

Abigail flinched, tears welling in her eyes as she tried to find the words to apologize. "I'm so sorry... I'll do anything to make it right, please..."

"But Veronica wasn't interested in apologies. She threw the dress to the floor, her face twisted with anger. 'You useless, clumsy little wretch! You can't do anything right, can you?' Before Abigail could react, Veronica's hand shot out, striking her across the face. The force of the blow sent her reeling, and she stumbled back, clutching her cheek in shock. 'Veronica, please...' Abigail begged, but Veronica was relentless. 'You think you can just ruin my dress and walk away?' Veronica snarled, her voice rising with each word. 'You're nothing here, Abigail. Nothing!'

She raised her hand again, this time striking Abigail hard enough to knock her to the ground. Abigail's vision blurred as she hit the cold marble floor, her body trembling with fear and pain. She looked up, her eyes pleading with Alex to intervene, to stop the madness.

But Alex did nothing.

He stood there, watching in silence, his expression cold and detached. He didn't move to stop Veronica, didn't utter a word in Abigail's defense. It was as if he were a statue, completely indifferent to the scene unfolding before him.

Veronica's rage only grew as she continued to lash out, her strikes becoming more vicious. "You're pathetic! A worthless little slave, that's all you are!"

Abigail curled into herself, trying to shield her body from the blows, but there was no escape. The physical pain was unbearable, but even worse was the emotional torment of Alex's cold indifference. She had never felt more alone, more broken, than she did in that moment. She some how thought he cared when he save her from her family, when he promised thing was fine that she wasn't here to be a slave, but guess he too lied. "What to expect from some one who bought me"

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Veronica stopped. She stood over Abigail, breathing heavily, her face flushed with anger. "Clean yourself up," she spat, her voice dripping with contempt. "And don't think for a second that you're forgiven. You'll pay for this, one way or another."

With that, she turned and stormed off, leaving Abigail crumpled on the floor, tears streaming down her face. Alex remained for a moment longer, his gaze fixed on her,but there was no trace of sympathy in his eyes. Then without a word he turned around and walked away, leaving Abigail alone in the darkness.

As she lay there, pain radiating through her body, Abigail felt something inside her break. She had been humiliated, beaten, and utterly abandoned by the one person she had foolishly thought might show her some kindness. There was no escape from this nightmare, no way out of the hell that had become her life.

But even as despair threatened to swallow her whole, a spark of defiance flickered deep within her. She wouldn't let them break her completely. She couldn't. One day, she vowed silently, I will find a way to escape this.

But for now, all she could do was pick herself up, wipe away the tears, and carry on. And get back to work the other servant stare at her behind the mansion piller. She Slowly pick her self up and stagged to her room " I must do something about this I won't continue like this never". lying on the bed she wondered if things would be different if her mum was here. "Guess I cry my self again tonight I wonder when all this would be over".