Was it really her fault?

The next day, Arwen was sitting on the couch of another room and was watching Gianna incredulously. She was unpacking her luggage and putting it in the clothes brought in the wardrobe in the corner. But her way of unpacking wasn't as simple as it should be. Instead, she looked like she was just messing it up over and over again.

"Anna," Not able to take it for another second, Arwen spoke, "I think you should leave that to the house help. I am sure they won't mind helping you out with unpacking. They did mine, and I find all my things at the right time and at the right place." 

Gianna, looking all busy at work, shook her head. "Why bother them when I can do it myself?"

Arwen scanned the place one time more before forcing a smile. "You can do it yourself? I mean, are you sure about it?"