Maya sat down in the dirt in her beautiful tainted gown, feeling defeated. Dalton must be on his way home to pick her up, but she is looking disheveled.
Maya wanted to cry, but Charlotte would have another victory. "Damn! Charlotte!" Maya cursed, releasing her rage. Perhaps she should have made Dalton kick her out of the house when he offered to. She is too nice for her own good.
"Chef DeLuca, Are you alright?" A housemaid appeared out of nowhere.
Maya instantly recognized her voice. Her furious eyes blazed at the housemaid. "It was you, right?" She aimed a finger at her. "Why were you calling my name!"
The housemaid trembled, guilt etched across her face.
"And you put this broken flowerpot here to make me trip and fall!"
"I am sorry, Chef DeLuca!" The housemaid burst into tears as she collapsed to her knees. "I didn't want to. Miss Charlotte forced me." She sobs.